English

Fairy spirits of the breeze —
Frailer nothing is than these.
Fancies born we know not where —
In the heart or in the air;
Wandering echoes blown unsought
From far crystal peaks of thought;
Shadows, fading at the dawn,
Ghosts of feeling dead and gone:
Alas! Are all fair things that live
Still lovely and still fugitive?

The fairies hold a fair, they say,
Beyond the hills when skies are grey
And daylight things are laid away.

And very strange their marketing,
If we could see them on the wing
With all the fairy ware they bring.

Long strings they sell, of berries bright,
And wet wind-fallen apples light
Blown from the trees some starry night.

Gay patches, too, for tattered wings,
Gold bubbles blown by goblin things,
And mushrooms for the fairy rings.

Fine flutes are there, of magic reed,

XXI

The fairies break their dances
And leave the printed lawn,
And up from India glances
The silver sail of dawn.

The candles burn their sockets,
The blinds let through the day,
The young man feels his pockets
And wonders what's to pay.

The fairies are dancing all over the world
In the dreams of the President
they are dancing
although he dares not mention this at cabinet meetings
In the baby blood of the brandnew
they are dancing O most rapturously
and over the graves of the fathers and mothers
who are dead
and around the heads of the mothers and fathers who are not dead
in celebration of the sons and daughters
they've given the earth
The fairies are dancing in the paws and muzzles
of dogs larking in the broad field next to the church

Fairfax , whose name in armes through Europe rings,
Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise,
And all her jealous monarchs with amaze,
And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings,
Thy firm unshak'n vertue ever brings
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Thir Hydra heads, and the fals North displaies
Her brok'n league, to imp her serpent wings,
O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand;

Faire as unshaded Light; or as the Day
In its first birth, when all the Yeare was May;
Sweet, as the Altars smoake, or as the new
Unfolded Bud, swell'd by the early Dew;
Smooth, as the face of Waters first appear'd,
Ere Tides began to strive, or Winds were heard;
Kind, as the willing Saints, and calmer farre,
Than in their sleepes forgiven Hermits are:
You that are more, than our discreeter feare
Dares praise, with such full Art, what make you here?
Here, where the Sommer is so little seene,

Fair tree! for thy delightful shade
'Tis just that some return be made;
Sure some return is due from me
To thy cool shadows, and to thee.
When thou to birds dost shelter give,
Thou music dost from them receive;
If travellers beneath thee stay
Till storms have washed themselves away,
That time in praising thee they spend
And thy protecting power commend.
The shepherd here, from scorching freed,
Tunes to thy dancing leaves his reed;
Whilst his loved nymph, in thanks, bestows
Her flow'ry chaplets on thy boughs.

Fair Sylvia, cease to blame my Youth,
For having lov'd before;
So Men, till they have learnt the Truth,
Strange Deities adore:
My Heart, 'tis true, has often rang'd,
Like Bees o'er gaudy Flow'rs;
And many thousand Loves has chang'd,
Till it was fix'd on yours.

But Sylvia, when I saw those Eyes,
'Twas soon determin'd there;
Stars might as well forsake the Skies,
And vanish in Despair:
When I from this great Rule do err,
New Beauties to implore;
May I again turn Wanderer,

Seven Cuban
army officers
in exile
were at me
all night.
Tall,
sleek,
slender
Hispanic types
with smooth dark
muscular bodies
and hair
like wet coal
on their heads
and between their legs.
I lost count
of the times
I was fucked
by them
in every conceivable
position.
At one point
they stood
around me
in a circle
and I had
to crawl
from one crotch
to another
sucking
on each cock
until it was hard.

Fair shadow, faithless as my sun!
Of peace she robs my mind,
And to my sense, which rest doth shun,
Thou art no less unkind.

She my address disdainful flies,
And thou, like her, art fleet;
The real beauty she denies
And thou the counterfeit.

To cross my innocent desires
And make my griefs extreme,
A cruel mistress thus conspires
With a delusive dream.