White Stains

LA JUIVE 119 I saw his broken body hang Sweating and bleeding on the cross ; I heard his curses champ and clang ; I spat upon his reeking corse ; I licked the spear ; my feet were shod With iron as I kicked my God. Such frightful fancies dim my eyes— I can remember how his side Lay open for a lover’s prize— I violate the Crucified ! Hell shrieks with impious laugh ; they sing A mad lewd chant ; Hell hails me king ! So runs my dream ; but what am I ? A lover by a Jewess’ bed, A lover waiting wistfully For his desires to be fed ; His only lust—a lover’s bliss, And with no language but a kiss ! In her loose lusts I find again The memory of that dream gone by ; Her kisses waken in my brain The picture of that infamy,