Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.

Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.

No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of read more

No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style:
A village like an instinct left to rust,
Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.

In the busy haunts of men.

In the busy haunts of men.

That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And read more

That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the read more

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the road, the lonely road.
Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking cities that we shall never find.

A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a read more

A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a field of gelded bulls - whereas a city of anarchy is a city of promise

Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this
can be effected by men residing in read more

Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this
can be effected by men residing in the city.

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life read more

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford

When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it

When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it