| |
| |
| Preface | |
| |
| |
| The little sycamore she planted | |
| |
| |
| My lover is a lotus blossom | |
| |
| |
| He is the love-wolf | |
| |
| |
| He is almost a god, a man beside you | |
| |
| |
| I love | |
| |
| |
| Eros seizes and shakes my very soul | |
| |
| |
| Weaving a garland long ago | |
| |
| |
| Think how unspeakably sweet | |
| |
| |
| Didyme waved an olive branch at me | |
| |
| |
| from The Song of Songs (ca. 3rd century bce) | |
| |
| |
| Peeking in through | |
| |
| |
| Whether I see you now | |
| |
| |
| Her foot sparkled like silver | |
| |
| |
| How could I have known | |
| |
| |
| I can't hear to watch your hips | |
| |
| |
| Her perfect naked breast | |
| |
| |
| He is like a god | |
| |
| |
| My woman says she'd rather have me | |
| |
| |
| Sweet sparrow, my lover's pet | |
| |
| |
| Your sins have brought my mind so low | |
| |
| |
| My lovely, sweet Ipsithilla | |
| |
| |
| Xanthippe, singing at her lyre | |
| |
| |
| Elegy to His Mistress | |
| |
| |
| Doing, a Filthy Pleasure Is, and Short | |
| |
| |
| Busy in the Spring | |
| |
| |
| A Smile | |
| |
| |
| Song | |
| |
| |
| Beautiful Melite, in the throes of middle age | |
| |
| |
| Phyllis, loving Demophoon | |
| |
| |
| And there lay the lovers, lip-locked | |
| |
| |
| Come, give me kisses, Rhodope | |
| |
| |
| Take off your clothes, my love! | |
| |
| |
| Even clothed in wrinkles, dear Philinna | |
| |
| |
| Women of Yueh | |
| |
| |
| Blue Water | |
| |
| |
| Resentment Near the Jade Steps | |
| |
| |
| Longing for Someone | |
| |
| |
| Late evening finally comes | |
| |
| |
| When my wife left home | |
| |
| |
| Lament | |
| |
| |
| Remembering | |
| |
| |
| Bamboo Mat | |
| |
| |
| Elegy | |
| |
| |
| Empty House | |
| |
| |
| Melancholic | |
| |
| |
| Is that the same moon? | |
| |
| |
| To the Tune: The Wine Spring ("Eternal autumn rain--") | |
| |
| |
| To the Tune: The Wine Spring ("Rain falls ...") | |
| |
| |
| Early morning glows | |
| |
| |
| As night follows night | |
| |
| |
| I long for him most | |
| |
| |
| My black hair tangled | |
| |
| |
| When I think of you | |
| |
| |
| Song | |
| |
| |
| I'd sell my soul for that fawn | |
| |
| |
| That's it--I love that fawn | |
| |
| |
| Faint Thunder Drifts beneath the Willow | |
| |
| |
| The Pool Is Full of Autumn Sky, Rippled by Gentle Breezes | |
| |
| |
| Deep, Deep in the Shade of the Court | |
| |
| |
| Remembering My Wife | |
| |
| |
| Plum Blossoms | |
| |
| |
| Spring at Wu Ling | |
| |
| |
| Butterflies Love Flowers | |
| |
| |
| The Washing Stream | |
| |
| |
| Boat of Stars | |
| |
| |
| On Her Decision to Stop Wearing Clothes | |
| |
| |
| Like This | |
| |
| |
| You that love Lovers | |
| |
| |
| When I see Your Face | |
| |
| |
| What I want is to see your face | |
| |
| |
| On Love | |
| |
| |
| If constancy in love ... | |
| |
| |
| Love delivers to me its sweetest thoughts | |
| |
| |
| Face to Face with My Lover on Daito's Anniversary | |
| |
| |
| Song of the Dream Garden | |
| |
| |
| My Hand Is Lady Mori's Hand | |
| |
| |
| Night Talk in a Dream Chamber | |
| |
| |
| My Love's Dark Place Is Fragrant like Narcissus | |
| |
| |
| Elegy | |
| |
| |
| Give up erotic games, Kabir | |
| |
| |
| Sometimes, everywhere I look | |
| |
| |
| First Love | |
| |
| |
| Dark One | |
| |
| |
| Don't block my way, friend | |
| |
| |
| Having wet me with love | |
| |
| |
| A glimpse of your body | |
| |
| |
| Sonnet CXXIX | |
| |
| |
| As if to lift my babe-in-arms | |
| |
| |
| When I found her in the bathing pool | |
| |
| |
| All day she studies her new love-bite in the mirror | |
| |
| |
| Loveliness beyond words | |
| |
| |
| Delight in Disorder | |
| |
| |
| Clothes Do but Cheat and Cozen Us | |
| |
| |
| Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breast | |
| |
| |
| To His Mistress | |
| |
| |
| To My Dear and Loving Husband | |
| |
| |
| Your breasts will not fall | |
| |
| |
| To His Coy Mistress | |
| |
| |
| Song for a Girl | |
| |
| |
| Which Contains a Fantasy Satisfied with a Love Befitting It | |
| |
| |
| Oysters | |
| |
| |
| from Visions | |
| |
| |
| The Question Answer'd | |
| |
| |
| Sharing Eve's Apple | |
| |
| |
| Woman's Love Song | |
| |
| |
| from I Sing the Body Electric | |
| |
| |
| from I Sing the Body Electric | |
| |
| |
| A Woman Waits for Me | |
| |
| |
| I Am He That Aches with Love | |
| |
| |
| City of Orgies | |
| |
| |
| Possessed | |
| |
| |
| I won't care | |
| |
| |
| Wild Nights | |
| |
| |
| Fires run through my body ... | |
| |
| |
| Oxaitoq's Song | |
| |
| |
| Passion and Love | |
| |
| |
| Longing | |
| |
| |
| If I were a poet | |
| |
| |
| Spring quickly passes | |
| |
| |
| A thousand strands | |
| |
| |
| Are you still longing | |
| |
| |
| The Guest | |
| |
| |
| The Unfaithful Wife | |
| |
| |
| Body of a Woman | |
| |
| |
| Love Song | |
| |
| |
| Sottoportico San Zaccaria | |
| |
| |
| Quietly | |
| |
| |
| More Beautiful than Your Eyes | |
| |
| |
| A Coal Fire in Winter | |
| |
| |
| Two Sonnets | |
| |
| |
| Our Bodies | |
| |
| |
| The Mutes | |
| |
| |
| The Glass | |
| |
| |
| A Form of Women | |
| |
| |
| The Rain | |
| |
| |
| from Twenty-one Love Poems | |
| |
| |
| The Most Ancient Names of Fire | |
| |
| |
| Poem for Easter | |
| |
| |
| The women you are accustomed to | |
| |
| |
| Song at midnight | |
| |
| |
| Night comes and extinguishes the numbers ... | |
| |
| |
| Ten Thousand Sutras | |
| |
| |
| from Brief Lessons in Eroticism I | |
| |
| |
| For Every Heart | |
| |
| |
| Perpetua | |
| |
| |
| Shiva's Prowess | |
| |
| |
| The Lovers | |
| |
| |
| The Thief | |
| |
| |
| Notes on the Poets | |
| |
| |
| Credits | |