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Its maddening measures 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 l…
1907 · PDF PAGE 9
…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) Full fed ; you smile, a smile obscenely gloating On the voluptuous wreck your lust hath wrought. See the loose languor of precipitate thought These versicles exhale ! How rude the rime ! There is no…
1907 · PDF PAGE 6
ROSA INFERNI Ha ha ! John plucketh now at his rose To rid himself of a sorrow at heart. Lo,petal on petal, fierce rays unclose ; Anther on anther, sharp spikes outstart ; And with blood for dew, the bosom boils ; And a gust of sulphur is all its smell. And lo, he is horribly in the toils Of a coal-black giant flower of hell ! BROWNING, Heretics Tragedy, ix. I OSE of the world ! Ay, love, in that warm hour Wet with your kisses, the bewitching bud Flamed in the starlight ; then our bed your bower Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood Wh…
1907 · PDF PAGE 11
… 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 rapture that you mingle it in mine ! Your breath is fresh as foam and keen as wine ! Intoxicating glories are your glances ! Your bodily beauty grips my soul and dances 6 T