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…s in my heart and brain ! Is it that so the wheel may whirl again, That some dull devil in my ear may show me : For John the Baptists headso danced Salome ! ? VIII HEN, in Gods name forbear ! It does not matter. Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter. Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well. For heaven thy balance as an equal hell. We discard both ; an infinite Universe Remains ; we sum it upan infinite curse. Soam I man ? I lack my wifes embrace. Am I outworn ? I see the harlots face. Is the love better and the kn…
1907 · PDF PAGE 9
Head downward, gorged with sweet banana juice, Indifferent toincapable ofaught Beyond these simple reflexes. Is thought, Even the highest thought, of any use ? IV E are not discussing metaphysics now. I see below the beautiful low brow (Low too for cunning, like enough !) your lips, A scarlet splash of murder. From them drips This hearts blood ; you have fed your fill on me. I am exhaust, a pale, wan phantom floating Aimless in air, than which I am thinner. You I see, more brilliant, of that sanguine hue (If anything be true that I can see) …
1907 · PDF PAGE 8
…t from a thousand slaughters Looked tenderly upon me !) all the red Raving round you like a glory shed Upon the excellent wonder of your head ; The blue all massed within your marvellous eyes ; The gold a curtain of their harmonies As in a master canvas of de Ryn ; But ever central glowed the royal sun, A miracle cartouche upon the edge Of the opalescent waters slantwise seen. This oval sealed with grave magnificence Stamped you my queen. Thus looked your lips to one Who stood a casual on lifes slippery ledge, A blind bat hanging from the tree…
1907 · PDF PAGE 11
… for a dream of youth and grace, Relume the magic aura that begirt you, Bless you for purity and lifea store ! An ever-running fountain-head of virtue To heal my soul and buckler it and harden ! Your body is like ivory and silk ! Your lips are like the poppies in the garden ! Your face is like a wreath of flowers to crown me ! Your eyes are wells wherein I long to drown me ! Your hair is like a waterfall above me, A waterfall of sunset ! In your bosom I hear the racing of a heart to love me. Your blood is beating like a wind-blown blossom With…