Obscure Queer

An Anthology of pieces drawn from my collecting and dealing in the obscure byways of queer literature. A new kind of anthology I hope - evolving, odd, eclectic...

Monday, January 30, 2006


Happy the man upon whose eyes
Each morn thy beauty shineth!
His sun shall never leave the skies,
His summer ne’er declineth.

Whoso with wine is drunk, will wake
When matin songs are chanted:
But who from Beauty’s fount both slake
His thirst, may never hope to wake
Till Doomsday disenchanted.


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