Do not look at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly. At the last it bites like a serpent, and s...tings like an adder. Your eyes will see strange things, and your mind utter perverse things. You will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea, like one who lies on the top of a mast. "They struck me," you will say, "but I was not hurt; they beat me, but I did not feel it. When shall I awake? I will seek another drink."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange odours of blossoms, of aromatic wood, comes out the still night--the... first sigh of the East on my face. That I can never forget. It was impalpable and enslaving, like a charm, like a whispered promise of mysterious delight.... The mysterious East faced me, perfumed like a flower, silent like death, dark like a grave.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough;... The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff--and speak, and pause again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
'Mos anytime you see whitemen spose to fight each other an' you not white, well you know you got trouble, because they blah- blah ...loud about Democrat or Republican an' they huffin' an' puff about democracy someplace else but relentless, see, the deal come down evil on somebody don' have no shirt an' tie, somebody don' live in no whiteman house no whiteman country.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Adder-faced singularity Espouses a nailed-up childhood,... Skin-disease pardons Soft horror of living, A gabble is forgiven By chronic solitude.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Just as petals fall from drying garlands, which you can see aimlessly swimming in wine-bowls are we lovers, who now puff up our ch...ests, but perhaps tomorrow the fateful day will shut us down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What, is the jay more precious than the lark Because his feathers are more beautiful?... Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The graceless madness of her lips, Who was the powder-puff of life,... Cannot rouge those cheeks nor warm His cold corpuscles back to strife.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »