1939 · PDF PAGE 4
Temperance: A Tract for the Times
Contents: BOB CHANLER In Memoriam HYMN TO ASTARTE for Deirdre THE MORALIST for Augustus HAPPY DUST for Margot THE ARTIST for Frieda
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Temperance: A Tract for the Times
…he law; all that exists, from the dust To the Gods, is but jetsam of Love, cast up by the tide of Her lust. So I hail thee, Astarte, and hymn thee in brothel and temple the same, Who are seed of all change, being Love, by Corruption Thine innermost Name! I know Thy device to deceive Thy servants Thine image that hailed How none, being mortal, might learn Thy name, or behold Thee unveiled. For Thy secret is this, that immortals are crowned with the virtue to die; And I, oh Astarte, bear death in my bodyOf ye am I.
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1939 · PDF PAGE 6
Temperance: A Tract for the Times
HYMN TO ASTARTE. For DEIRDRE Serene are the stars, and serene my soul, ablaze in the Night. Then how shall I worship Astarte sea-born, how invoke her aright? I am free from the fire and the foam, I have conquered the dragons and doves; I have gotten me Love as the gold from the furnace that melted my loves. Love is not bound to the body, not sparse and adrift with the mind Not secret with soul, though the soul seem one and alone of its kind. The body is naught but a corpse, its growth but a name of decay, A delirious dream of sick godswhere th…
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