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…round my ribs until You crush me in the ecstasies that kill. Being away and breathing icy air I am half lover, caring not to care ; Half-man againa mere terrestrial ball Thus breaking up a spiritual thrall Eh, my philosophers ?half-man may yet determine To get back manhood, shake the tree from bats : To change the trope a shadeget rid of vermin By using William Shakespeares Rough on Rats. VI H, love, dear love, sole queen of my affection, Guess you not yet what wheel of thought is spun ? How out of dawns tumultuous dejection And not fr…
1907 · PDF PAGE 12
… 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 knowledge worse ? Shall I seek knowledge and count love disgrace ? Where is the profit in so idle a strife ? The love of knowledge is the hate of life. 7 T
1907 · PDF PAGE 6
…our kisses, the bewitching bud Flamed in the starlight ; then our bed your bower Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood Whereon a man might sleep for ever, until Death should surprise him, kiss his weary will Into the last repose, profounder power Than life could compass. Now I tax my skill To find another holier name, some flower Still red, but red with the ecstasy of blood. Dear love, dear wife, dear mother of the child Whose fair faint features are a match for mine, Lurks there no secret where your body smiled, 1 R
1907 · PDF PAGE 7
…twice ! II OME Yankee yelledI tag it to a rime You cant fool all the people all the time. So he of politics ; so I of love. I am a-many folk (let Buddha prove !) And many a month you fooled the lot of us Your spell is cracked within the ring ! Behold How Christ with clay worth more than any gold Cleared the mans eyes ! So the blind amorous Is blinded with the horror of the truth He sees this moment. Foolish prostitute ! 2 S
1907 · PDF PAGE 11
VII HIS is the circle ; as the manhood rises And laughter and rude rhyme engage my pen ; As I stalk forth, a Man among mere men, The balance changes ; all my wit surprises That I who saw the goblins in your face, That I who cursed you for the murderous whore Licking up life as a cat laps its milk, Now see you 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…