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Page 1 of 11939 · PDF PAGE 5
…n our hair And drink untempered wine! Let ever greater cups ensnare Our souls in traps divine. Soon calms the season of loves rage, And joy grows short of breath; Birth shoots a shaft, weighed down by age, That strikes the target, death. Then come, thou golden goblet brimmed With lust! Though all be vain, Theres hope for us, the lion-limbed, In hashish and cocaine. Though death should hale us by the scruff Of neck tos mouldy portal, To-night let us get drunk enough To know we are immortal!
1939 · PDF PAGE 12
…heese In bounty of one brandy bottle Than in all books Averrhoes Once built about his Aristotle. II The babble of my slut, I swear Gives joy and certitudes intenser Than all the wit of a Voltaire And all the science of a Spencer. My poppy-pipeits shows surpass! More and more beautiful and brainier Than all the lumps of Pheidias And all the daubs of de la Peña. III My music and my verse are mine. I know myself and what my task is! Be off, ye syncopated swine, Wagner, Vitruvius, Velasquez, Swift, Shakespeare, Shelley, Socrates, Sterne, Blake, Pe…
1939 · PDF PAGE 10
…t fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, the abode of ineffable things, Quintessence of joy and of strength, that, abolishing future and past, Makst the Present an infinite length, my soul all-One with the Vast, The Lone, the Unnamable God, that is ice of His measureless cold, Without being or form or abode, without motion or matter, the fold Where the shepherded Universe sleeps, with nor sense nor delusion nor dream, No spirit that wantons or weeps, no thought in its silence supreme. I sit, and…
1939 · PDF PAGE 11
…e the sum of the functions of being and thought. Still as I sit, and destroy all possible trace of the past, All germ of the future, nor joy nor knowledge alive at the last, It is vain, for the Silence is dowered with a nature, the seed of a name: Necessity, fearfully flowered with the blossom of possible Aim. I am Necessity? Scry Necessity mother of Fate! And Fate determines me I; and I have the Will to create. Vast is the sphere, but it turns on itself like the prettiest star, And I am the looby that learns that all things equally are. Insc…