Other Works
- Vox Posthuma – a philosophical treatise about an archetypical enfant du siècle
- Godzina ("The Hour") – an occult novel about the connections between the ideal and the material world, estheticism in poetry and real life etc.
- Pogrzeb Shelleya ("The Funeral of Shelley") – an ode to Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Księgi proroków ("Books of the Prophets") – a collection of cosmogonical poetry referred to Buddhism, Zoroastrianism and Islam
- Exotica – an historiosophical poem about the genesis of the world, God, Man and Woman
- Pogrobowcy ("Posthumous Verses") – a collection of early poems strongly influenced by positivism
- Rozmyślania ("Contemplations" or "Thoughts") – a philosophical poem about the dead, strongly influenced by Romanticism, Baroque poetry and decadentism
- Ballady pijackie ("Drunken Ballads") – a lyrical essay about the drugs and alcohol enjoyed by decadent poets
- Stypa ("Meeting") – a frame story about the suicide of young man after a tragic love affair
- Widzenie świętej Katarzyny ("The Vision of Saint Catherine of Alexandria") – a lyrical story about the social and metaphysical consequences of the death of God
- W czwartym wymiarze ("In the Fourth Dimension") – one of the first science-fiction books in Polish literature
- Miranda – an occult novel about tragic love and the vision of an ideal woman in an ideal civilisation of Brahmins
- Róża polna ("The Wild Rose")
- Atylla ("Attila")
- Malczewski – a play about the life of the Polish Romantic poet Antoni Malczewski
- Vita Nova – a cycle of 11 philosophical poems about an ideal vision of love, pain and loneliness
- Pieśni dla przyjaciół ("Odes to Friends") – a collection of odes to Polish poets such as Jan Kasprowicz and Zenon Przesmycki
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