Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae

[elenuial.livejournal.com]

by Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

Comments

[veronica-milvus.livejournal.com]

This is actutally quite cool and a very interesting form with the repeating fourth and sixth lines. And I wonder if it is where the title "Gone with the Wind" was taken from?

[elenuial.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Perhaps!

The Decadents tended to be quite heavy on formalisms. They were pretty reactionary, that way.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

I really like this - thanks for sharing!