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Page 1 of 11907 · PDF PAGE 83
… leaps above, Attains, exults, despairs. This love is doomed, Were there no hell. In granite walls entombed Lies the true spirit and the soul thereof. The body is here—yet is it not enough, These litanies unchanted, unperfumed? Live in the shuddering marble they remain: Here is the infinite credo of pure pain. Here let life’s agony take hold enough Of all that lives: let partial tears for them Wake knowledge, brain-dissolving diadem Of white-hot woe upon the brows of love! D0
1907 · PDF PAGE 80
…YRINX AND PAN YRINX is caught upon the Arcadian field. The god’s grip huddles her girl breasts: his grim And gnarléd lips grin forth the soul of him.- The imprint of his bestial heart is sealed And stamped armorial on her virgin shield, Fame’s argent heraldry despoiled. Grows dim For her the universe: supple and slim She slides in vain. She loathes him—and doth yield. Shame, sorrow, these be sire and dam of song. Fatality, O Nature, is thy name. Along the accurséd river, stagnant shame, Eddying woe, from rape and godly wrong, Springs the immort…
1907 · PDF PAGE 102
… the blue-mud mine; So is the secret of thy strong success Daemonic-glittering through the wear and stress Of tortured feature; virtue’s soul doth shine, Genius and wisdom in the force divine That fills thy face; magnificence! no less. Ay! thou shalt drink the hemlock; thou shalt suffer And die for self respect, for love of others! To-day are men indissolubly brothers? Is my life smoother than the Greek’s or rougher? The Greek at least shall stead me in my craft. Crucify Crowley! Nay, my friends! the draught. 66
1907 · PDF PAGE 81
ICARE' CARUS cries: “My love is robed in light And splendour of the summits of the sun. Wing, O my soul, thy plumed caparison Through ninety million miles of space beyond sight! Utmost imagination’s eagle-flight Out-soar!” But he, by his own force undone, His peacock pinions molten one by one, Falls to black earth through the impassive night. Lo! from uprushing earth arises love Ardent and secret, scented with the night, Amorous, ready. Sing the awakening bliss That catches him, from the inane above Hurled—nay, drawn down! What uttermost deligh…
1907 · PDF PAGE 101
…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 chamber men ere then will find For the pimp’s pen and the corrupted mind. 1 Le jardin des supplices, par Octave Mirbeau. 2 Les mémoires d’une femme de chambre, par Octave Mirbeau. 65 K
1907 · PDF PAGE 37
…le 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; I know her not; ' As God is above, but more so, she sits, to blot Intelligence out of my brain, conceit from my ken; And I class myself, idle and vain, with the newspaper men. 21
1907 · PDF PAGE 32
… vision of the world refined By mastery of superior sight: Honour their might! the gain have these Of all men’s woes and ecstasies! High soul; no benediction seek From any spirit but our own! Crown not the mighty with the weak! The Tower be a Tower, and not a Throne! In man-carved stone the endless coil Arise untopped, the Tower of Toil! 18
1907 · PDF PAGE 57
…ook on this tight coil of bliss, Swift clasp of Rodin’s magical mind love-witted, See all creation fade; abide, one kiss. Then to my own soul’s bow this shaft be fitted; Thank God for all, seeing that all is this! 33 F
1907 · PDF PAGE 51
…t is cloud control The mystery that is emptiness of air Purpose and power. What blossom do they bear? Stability and strength inform—what soul? Turn to me, love! the banks of air are soft. We are so safe; so happy we: Turn to me, love! the skies are blue, Our love can never falter; fate can never close Fleeced with the clouds that hang aloft, Hard on the flower of land and sea. Buds that may blossom into dew. Lift, O rose petals of my rose, Toward me, rest, dream on, we are here, we love. Turn to me, love! lie close and breathe There 18 no shado…