Charles Gir (1883-1941) ~ illustration for Luxure a collection of poems by Maurice Dekobra, 1924.

Manuel Orazi (1860-1934) ~ illustration for Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire, 1934.

Suzanne Ballivet (1904 - 1985) ~ illustrations for the adventures of King Pausolus by Pierre LOUYS 1927

Charles Henry Bennett (1829-1867) ~ illustration for the Emblems of Francis Quarles, woodcut, 1860.

French School ~ illustration for a poem by Charles Baudelaire, watercolour, gouache and oil on paper, ca 1890-1900

Emil Sartori (Franz von Bayros) (1866 - 1924) ~ illustration for poem by Amadée de la Houlette, etching 1907

Antoine Monnier (1846-?) ~ Etchings for Eccentric Sonnets and Strange Poems, 1873

Paul Verlaine, Woman, erotic poems, private publishing translated by Lőrinc Szabó

Édouard Chimot (1880 – 1959) ~ illustration for Les Fleurs du mal, 1941

Odilon Redon (1840-1916) ~ Pilgrim of the Sublunary World from Dreams, lithograph, 1891

On the satin back of the avalanche soft, 
She falls into lingering swoons, as she dies, 
While she lifteth her eyes to white visions aloft, 
Which like efflorescence float up to the skies. 
Charles Baudelaire, Tristesses de la lune from Fleurs du Mal

Louis Legrand (1863-1951) ...illustration for Hymn to Beauty by Charles Baudelaire, pencil, pastel and charcoal on paper 1914

Alastair (Baron Hans Henning Voigt) (1887-1969) ... illustration for Red Skeletons, selected poems of Harry Crosby 1927

Temple De La Douleur - Poem by Harry Crosby

My soul has suffered breaking on the wheel,

Flogging with lead, and felt the twinging ache

Of barbéd hooks and jagged points of steel,

Peine forte et dure, slow burning at the stake,

Blinding and branding, stripping on the rack,

The canque and kourbash and the torquéd screw,

The boot and branks, red scourging on the back,

The gallows and the gibbet. All for you.

These tortures are as nothing to the pain

That I have suffered when you gaze at me

With cold disdainful eyes. You do not deign

To smile or talk or even set me free-

Yet once you let me hold your perfumed hand

And danced with me a stately saraband.

Marcus Behmer (1879-1958) ...etching for Paul Verlaine, Hombres (Hommes) 1920

Jean Gabriel Daragnès (1886-1950) ... illustration for Femmes by Paul Verlaine, woodcut 1917

Jean Gabriel Daragnès (1886-1950) ... illustration for Charles Baudelaires 'Les fleurs du mal', woodcut

Sarah Bernhardt (1844-1923)... Ophelia, white marble 1880

Element 

They all swim in this

water

Fish

with big eyes

and sad mouths

swim around me

sad

without hands

holding hands

fish

in the water

in which I

drown

by Hilde Domin (1909 - 2006

Clovis Hugues(1851-1907)... illustration for poem 'Ode au vagin' 1933

Born today...Karin Boye,poet, October 26, 1900 Gothenburg, Sweden

THE WORLD'S HEART 

Say, where does the world's heart burn,

the world's heart of fire? 

It lives on coarse, heavy prehistoric coal:

black darkness, dense night, Chaos. 

Seek there! 

itself a struggle, glowing struggle -

For thus is the nature of fire: 

strong with its foe's struggle - 

has no other nature. 

And the victory? When the darkness has disappeared in flames?

and fire wants to conquer.

Is the victory death? 

Empty question and empty fear! 

The world's heart is fire,

 Lucifer

Lilith and Faun

Life and Death

Andrei Bely ... “Overview of Blok’s poetry”, 1923.

Andrei Bely ~ “Overview of Blok’s poetry”. Illustration to “Lectures about Blok”, 1923. Pencil, coloured pencil and watercolour on paper.

Ithell Colquhoun.... Autumnal Equinox, oil on canvas 1949

Muin (Sept 2nd-30th)

I am the month of Muin, month of the vine

Exhilaration is mine through the garland of fruit

Draped from the right shoulder across the swell

Of a belly like Primavera's; yet mine of early

Fall is the realm. On the head too are grapes

And the vine-leaves wreathing my autumn-coloured hair

My robe the bluish mist of a sky pregnant

With the first heavy dews.

How calm I am! Yet is there perhaps hidden

AN anger that gives authority to my poise?

I drank from the horn-cup and swam into a trance

So deep that only attraction amethystine

Recalls me, after a voyage through gates of horn

I come now to bless and renew dreams that are true

-Ithell Colquhoun