- When I Was Twenty
It was June, and I was twenty.
All my wisdom, poor but plenty,
Never learned Festina lente.
Youth is gone, but whither went he?...
- Verlaine
Avid of life and love, insatiate vagabond,
With quest too furious for the graal he would have won,
He flung himself at the eternal sky, as one
Wrenching his chains but impotent to burst the bond....
- Vagabondia
Off with the fetters
That chafe and restrain!
Off with the chain!
Here Art and Letters,...
- Three Of A Kind
Three of us without a care
In the red September
Tramping down the roads of Maine,
Making merry with the rain,...
- The Wood-god
Brother, lost brother!
Thou of mine ancient kin!
Thou of the swift will that no ponderings smother!
The dumb life in me fumbles out to the shade...