Collection VIII
Les Fleurs du Mal
And in the Wasteland of Desire your Eyes Afford
As if the Hills were Hiding a Fire that Somewhere else was Burning up a Universe
Beyond the Perimeter of the Garden
Gymnopedies I
Gymnopedies II
Here Becomes There Without Ceasing To Be
If It Were Done, When ‘Tis Done, Then ‘Twer Well It Were Done Quickly
Life’s but a Walking Shadow
Sorrow of the Moon
The Albatross
The Rites Of Spring, A Reading Or Perhaps A Misreading Of A Section
The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns
What Can An Eternity Of Damnation Matter To Someone Who Has Felt, If Only For A Second, The Infinity Of Delight
The Scent
