Wiersze

• XXXVI TOUT ENTIČRE
  Charles Baudelaire
  Le Démon, dans ma chambre haute, Ce matin est venu me voir , Et, tâchant...

• Lenore
  Edgar Allan Poe
  Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!...

• T. S. Eliot - Portrait of a Lady
  Thomas Stearns Eliot
  Thou hast committed-- Fornication: but that was in another country And besides, the wench is dead....

• GOING FOR WATER
  Robert Frost
  The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across...

• The Garden of Eros
  Oscar Wilde
  It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir...

• (ANG) Like Decorations in the nigger cemetery
  Wallace Stevens
  I In the far South the sun of autumn is passing Like Walt Whitman walking along...