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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EXTRACTS FROM LUCIENNE: 55, by PAUL FORT
First Line: Alone in my blood I hold the whole of poesy. Death lingers far aloof
Last Line: Shall I sing, undone, of one with faith so frail?
Subject(s): Blood; Death; Dead, The
First Line: Alone in my blood I hold the whole of poesy. Death lingers far aloof
Last Line: Shall I sing, undone, of one with faith so frail?
Subject(s): Blood; Death; Dead, The
Alone in my blood I hold the whole of poesy. Death lingers far aloof till all
things I have sung -- even to you, O blue mirage the sands among: some day I
wish to sing your infidelity.
Alone in my blood I hold the whole of poesy, some day I shall be dead, having
sung each least detail -- excepting you, perhaps, mistress admirable! Ah me, how
shall I sing, undone, of one with faith so frail?
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