The President ordains the bee to be Immortal. The President ordains.

The bees came booming as if they had never gone, As if hyacinths had never gone. We say This changes and that changes. Thus the constant Violets, doves, girls,…

The President has apples on the table And barefoot servants round him, who adjust The curtains to a metaphysical 't'

The old seraph, parcel-gilded, among violets Inhaled the appointed odor, while the doves Rose up like phantoms from chronologies.

Ces deux moities de Dieu, le pape et l'empereur!

My so-called foreign friends do neither me nor the situation nor themselves any good when they try to bring me into opposition to the allegedly impossible Nati…

As long as I am mayor of this city the great industries are secure. We hear about constitutional rights, free speech and the free press. Every time I hear thes…