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KONX OM PAX
For you in heaven shall bloom and burgeon,
And I in hell shall bowl and groan.
Ahl God is an unskilful
surgeon;
We both shall weep to be alone!
For we are one and may not part;
And though
we hurt, we love, believe mel
Nor would I in my inmost heart
0f one of all your stabs bereave me.
No man can hurt the indifferent
stranger,
No woman wound the casual friend.
There is a glory born of danger;
What anger gat, desire may end.
Give me the phrenzy of your lip!
My heart accepts your usurpature.
Your body leaps beneath the whip;
Our pain is in love’s very nature.
It is enough.
The woe is over,
The woe begins;
the vial brims,
And all the anguish of your lover
And you is hidden in wrestling
limbs.
Drain the black cup of bruiséd bloodl
Its bitter shall beget devotion,
And Bacchus
sweep its frenzied flood
Into the Eleusinian oceanl
Certainly,
the plane is very low
indeed.
We hardly came here to
learn thatl said Basil indignantly.
We all
know
that cold-blooded
murder (even) may become a duty—witness
Hodson
and the pistolling
of the Delhi Princesl
His brother
laughed:
I don’t know about duty, but to murder you
in cold blood would be a pleasure.