Full text of "Selected poems and ballads of Paul Fort" - Internet Archive
My joy has fallen in the grass, good people of the plain, fortunate folk, bring all your .. "Let us be still, be still, where moonlight blanches. . like a lyre that is strung with sable cords, a youthful zebra reared and pranced. .. Ah! Synthetic writhes and then, in the tan-bark of the ring, writes with a thumb .. Philippe Pot, a slice.' .