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1939 · PDF PAGE 12

Temperance: A Tract for the Times

… 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-pipe—its 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, Petronius, Canova! I’ll make my universe to…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 7

Temperance: A Tract for the Times

…ard change. Love is a lust and a prayer, and the soul of its act as its word Is of them that were Two to make One, and to seal the Event with a Third. Oh, Love, Astarte sea-born, oh Star blue bright in the West, I invoke thee, thy priest in the shrine that is built of my blood in my breast! Since thou art in me and of me, since thou art the heart of my heart, The soul of my soul, nay, the skin of my skin, not a being apart, I am thou, I accept the intent, acquiesce in the nature implied; If change be the purpose of Love, I am launched and afloa…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 10

Temperance: A Tract for the Times

…le things, Quintessence of joy and of strength, that, abolishing future and past, Mak’st 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 am utterly still; in mine eyes is my fathomless lust Ablaze to annihilate Will, to crumble my being to dust, …

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