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…d pillar to the heft ! Suck deep the poison. Now I wis The sweet pollution of thy breath Was never so divine ! Thy Kiss ! Ah, sweet Lord Christ ! So sweet as this ! Ah, Christ ! Together ! Passion ! Death !
…ove know no tincture of pain ; The Glory of God shall be on us, And over the kingdom unpriced The Spirit of Love is upon us, A crucified Christ ! O rapture ! O glory ! O gladness ! When Satan is fled from the land, When Christ cleanses sin, and from madness Deletes its indelible brand ; For life shall spring where they have smitten, And Love rise from under the rod, Till all men behold what is written, The kingdom of God !
… I had thee once alive—to slay again !— Ah ! Who crawls in upon me like a vain Damned ghost ? Ugh ! blotchy spectre ! Fiend, aroint ! Ah Christ, he creeps toward me ; every joint Quivers with passion ; he will tear my eyes ! Away ! more liquor ! come, green cockatrice ! Come, filthy draught of fire ! green dancing fiend On serpent’s vomit and whore’s spittle weaned, Fire my fierce brain ! resolve my rotted heart ! Fill me with drunkenness ! How changed thou art, Body, from that these women loved so well ! God ! will they still lust after me in …
…the god Galilean, Cast though they be into hell, given to death and to shame. Heaven and hell has striven in war, Sappho and Hylas, with Christ and Jah ; We are of those, though they lose their power, Never shall fade their fiery flower.
…coronet. She was of noble birth, and—best A Jewess ; her bad lips enticed My lips to taste ; I held her breast Fresh from the crucifying Christ ; It seemed her thighs were hot with blood Sucked from the bastard Son of God.
…ic and mystery, As clouds fly to heaven again, And holy Hyperion’s history Is flashed into rain ! O Godhead of glory through anguish ! O Christ shone through Magdalen’s tears ! Thy sons on the universe languish In iron bands strong as the spheres ;
…our stench Wrung from foul souls, no longer bold But cowed and cold. “ Vipers ! his folly I will heal, Your sin I will not put away ; My Christ is vain for you ; appeal In vain to his shed blood ; nor pray I will not slay. “ I will most utterly destroy Your souls from off the earth ; your power Sealed by your Satan I will cloy With subtle strength ; your church shall flower No further hour. “ Because ye set your hands to this, Blaspheming nature and my name,
… breathe hard with thy breath ; thy quick embrace Crushes ; thy teeth are agony—pain dies In deadly passion. Ah ! you come—you kill me ! Christ ! God ! Bite ! Bite ! Ah Bite ! Love’s fountains fill me.
…ll, a deathless three, changeless and changing, as the pyre Of earthly love becomes a fire to heat us through eternity. I have forgotten Christ at last ; he may look back, grown amorous, And call across the gulf to us, and signal kisses through the vast ; We shall disdain, clasp vaster yet, and mock his newer pangs, and call With stars and voices musical, jeers his touched heart shall not forget. I would have pitied him. This flower spits blood upon him, so must I Cast ashes through the misty sky to mock his faded crown of power,
…Repugnant from the corpse-caress. Ah, this Rots blood and body ; see, the liquor’s lees I drained, whose pangs are fierce with Syphilis. Christ God, damn soul, but quench the pain of these ! This is th’ abyss ! * * * This is th’ abyss. Behold wherein I lurk The lazar-house my mind, wherein do work The horrid charnel-priests, whose loathly song Sickens my soul, and quells the spirit strong. Hell-fire within my heart ! and poisoned blood Through every vein and artery pours a flood
… A burden of sad shameful suffering, The bitter bastard of a bloody kiss, The Parthian arrow poisoned from Love’s sling ! Lo, sweet Lord Christ, thou knowest how sore a thing Is a cock crooked and consumed of fire Shooting out venomous sap that hath a sting ! This is the end of every man’s desire. The burden of bought boys. Behold, dear Lord, How plump their buttocks be, lift up Thine eyes, See how their cocks stand at an amorous word, How their lips suck out life until love dies, See, Lord, Thou knowest, how wearily one lies Cursing the lusts …
…trust Shameful, most vile, accursed of God’s ire, Dross of the dunghill’s most detested dust, Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire ? ” Christ came to me, alone and sorrowful, And offered me a cross, saying to me, “ I have great joys to give most bountiful. Carry this through the world, and when the sea Of death is past, then is prepared for thee A house of many mansions.” My desire Hid not from me the vileness of his plea :— “ Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire ? ” ENVOI Prince of the air, thou offerest nought to me I serve thee, recompen…
…e of devilish desire, The God of Israel shall not quench with tears, Nor blood of martyrs drawn from myriad spheres, Nor watery blood of Christ ; that blood shall boil With all the fury of our hellish toil ; His veins shall dry with heat ; his bones shall bleach Cold and detested, picked of dogs, on each
…s, Strike off thy shackles, from thy fetters break, I, whom Thy name appals, whose vitals quake At the dim thought of Thee ? Have mercy, Christ ! Who suffered on the cross, who sacrificed Thy heaven for three hours. Ah ! pity me, For years, not hours, condemned to agony Thrice Thine ! Have pity, hear me, virgin queen, Whose pangs of childbirth were seven times more keen Than all, since love and memory of joy Thou hadst not, but the fear of shame to cloy Even the hope of motherhood. But I, Cut off from love and joy ; its memory One black hell of…