Potential Titles: Ben Hecht
Aug. 1st, 2010 01:10 pmA sonnet in my finger tips - Ben Hecht "An Invitation to Cheat Posterity"
The water beasts roaring in the night - Ben Hecht "Moods"
Stung to madness by the tempest's might - Ben Hecht "Moods"
Splintering their heads in a furious race - Ben Hecht "Moods"
Sweeping in a foam across the night - Ben Hecht "Moods"
The wild beating blows of the strong handed winds - Ben Hecht "Moods"
The gnarled black fist of the earth - Ben Hecht "Moods"
Stand on a rock in the darkness - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Rush to you and embrace the moon - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Curling over the edge of the world - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Run to you to embrace the sun - Ben Hecht "My Island"
A silver jewel in the ebony arms of shadows - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Lie in the velvet depths of silence - Ben Hecht "My Island"
A white stain on the night - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Bending over you in the darkness - Ben Hecht "My Island"
The silence that walks in the dark streets - Ben Hecht "The Poet Sings to the World" [The Little Review, Aug. 1916, v.3, no.5]
And the cold wind that warms itself in my heart - Ben Hecht "The Poet Sings to the World" [The Little Review, Aug. 1916, v.3, no.5]
The night is a black poppy - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"
Spilling a torrent of silver tears - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"
Silver tears across the black petals - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"
The stars are little devils - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"
Threads of moonlight float entangled - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Incense Burner" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Souls come whispering from its ancient lips - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Incense Burner" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Dried wisps of water break into blue wings - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Incense Burner" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Dead pearls drift in a dead circle - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Incense Burner" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Weaves a monotonous thread of painted rubies - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Goldfish in a Bowl" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
The sapphire roses and the crystal fringe and the topaz silks - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Goldfish in a Bowl" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Sewn with the red dust of roses - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
The topaz breath of the sleeping sun - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
That circle and beat against the azure gloom - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Burning on the shadowed lips of the night - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
The flowing of ghostly water under fierce moons - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Woven out of bloody grapes and the dead mists of incense - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
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The water beasts roaring in the night - Ben Hecht "Moods"
Stung to madness by the tempest's might - Ben Hecht "Moods"
Splintering their heads in a furious race - Ben Hecht "Moods"
Sweeping in a foam across the night - Ben Hecht "Moods"
The wild beating blows of the strong handed winds - Ben Hecht "Moods"
The gnarled black fist of the earth - Ben Hecht "Moods"
Stand on a rock in the darkness - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Rush to you and embrace the moon - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Curling over the edge of the world - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Run to you to embrace the sun - Ben Hecht "My Island"
A silver jewel in the ebony arms of shadows - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Lie in the velvet depths of silence - Ben Hecht "My Island"
A white stain on the night - Ben Hecht "My Island"
Bending over you in the darkness - Ben Hecht "My Island"
The silence that walks in the dark streets - Ben Hecht "The Poet Sings to the World" [The Little Review, Aug. 1916, v.3, no.5]
And the cold wind that warms itself in my heart - Ben Hecht "The Poet Sings to the World" [The Little Review, Aug. 1916, v.3, no.5]
The night is a black poppy - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"
Spilling a torrent of silver tears - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"
Silver tears across the black petals - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"
The stars are little devils - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"
Threads of moonlight float entangled - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Incense Burner" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Souls come whispering from its ancient lips - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Incense Burner" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Dried wisps of water break into blue wings - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Incense Burner" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Dead pearls drift in a dead circle - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Incense Burner" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Weaves a monotonous thread of painted rubies - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Goldfish in a Bowl" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
The sapphire roses and the crystal fringe and the topaz silks - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: The Goldfish in a Bowl" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Sewn with the red dust of roses - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
The topaz breath of the sleeping sun - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
That circle and beat against the azure gloom - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Burning on the shadowed lips of the night - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
The flowing of ghostly water under fierce moons - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Woven out of bloody grapes and the dead mists of incense - Ben Hecht "Three Flesh-tints: A Nude" [The Little Review, May 1916, v.3, no.3]
Poet's Wikipedia page.
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