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Page 1 of 11907 · PDF PAGE 37
FEMME ACCROUPIE WIFT and subtle and thin are the arrows of Art: I strike through the gold of the skin to the gold of the heart. As you sit there mighty in bronze I adore the twist Of the miracle ankle gripped by the miracle wrist. I adore the agony-lipped and the tilted head, And I pay black orisons to the breasts aspread In multiple mutable motion, whose soul is hid. © And the toils of confused emotion the Master bid Lurk in the turn of the torso for poets to see is hid from the lesser and dull—hidden from me. She squats, and is void and null;…
1907 · PDF PAGE 92
FEMMES DAMNEES ISS me, O sister, kiss me down to death! The purple of the passionate hour is flaked With notes of gold: there swim desires unslaked, Impossible raptures of expostulate breath. The marble heaves with longing; hungereth The mouth half-open for the unawaked Mouth of the baby blossom, where there ached Never till now the parched sweet song that saith: “ Ah! through the grace of languor and the glow Of form steals sunset flaming on the snow! Darkness shall follow as love wakeneth In moonlight, and the flower, chaste love, now bloom F…
1907 · PDF PAGE 75
…urderous On the writhen brow, the bosom of distress ? Ay! for his anguish thou art gain enough— One thought, worth all Earth’s fame, and gold, and love! 47
1907 · PDF PAGE 63
LAGE D’AIRAIN RESH in the savage vigour of the time, The golden youth stands in the golden prime, Erect, acute, astrain. We look and long For those bronze lips to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With aught that is. The golden prime is past— Aye! but a nobler gain is ours at last Who see man…
1907 · PDF PAGE 74
…e upon the slot! Soon, soon they are on him: soon the fangs of hate, The sharp teeth of the infinite are in him! Shall love, or fame, or gold, those pangs abate? What siren with smooth voice and breast shall win him? Never a one, be sure! In serene awe The thinker formulates eternal law. 46
1907 · PDF PAGE 101
…RBEAU RUTAL refinement of deep-seated vice Carves the coarse features in a sentient mould. The gardens,’ that were soft with flowers and gold And sickening with murder of lust to entice The insane to filthier raptures, carrion spice Of ordure for perfume, bloom there, fixed bold By the calm of the Master, god-like to behold The horror with firm chisel and glance of ice. Ay! and the petty and the sordid soul, A servile whore’s deformed debauchery,? Grins from the image. Let posterity From Rodin’s art guess Mirbeau’s heart, extol The lethal chamb…
1907 · PDF PAGE 48
LA CASQUE D'OR A NINA OLIVIER OU laughing little light of wickedness, low ripples round you love and coils And twists the Casque of Gold about the child-face with a child-caress. O glory of the tangled net! O subtle vase of scented oils! You laughing little light of wickedness! Through all the misty wind of light that glamours round you, sorceress, Your face shines out with feline grace, exults, a tiger in the toils! They shall not hold your passion in: fling, fling your lips, my murderess, On mine that I may pass away, a vapour that your passi…