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74 A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE Death with cold finger shall touch the delicate springs of our lust. We shall be weary of kisses, weary of all the caresses Man or his sisters of shame dream or devise or obtain ; Cover the white limbs ashamed with the fiery impas- sionate tresses, Once for a bed to delight, now for a covering to pain. Love is a fruit with rotted core, Love is a thing shall be no more ; Love is a bride of a bitter dower, Easily fades a spring-tide flower. Where shall be Hylas then ? for his lonely lips are sighing, Vainly in hell fo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 55
… each other so, And fond red lips their partners mutely seek ? What time for language, when our kisses flow Eloquent, warm, as words are cold and weak ?— Or now—Ah ! sweetheart, even were it so We could not speak !
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…were in life to have lain by thee, And felt thy kisses rain on me, And the hot beating of thy heart, When thy warm sweat should leave me cold, And my worn soul find out no bliss In the obscenities I kiss, And the things shameful that I hold. My nostrils sniff the luxury Of flesh decaying, bowels torn Of festive worms, like Venus, born Of entrails foaming like the sea. Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not ; And hast a strange desire begot In me, to lick thy bloody brow ;
1898 · PDF PAGE 91
…y, too sick for sleep, makes my face grey ; my senses swoon ; Here, in the glamour of the moon, will not some pity- ing godhead weep For cold grey anguish of her eyes, that look to God, and look in vain, For death, the anodyne of pain, for sleep, earth’s trivial paradise ? Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears ; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a saviour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hour…
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…now the flower is dead And we must part. He. Fond hearts, chaste souls, as one Whose unity is sacred, still shall dwell Together—Not the cold embrace Of “ We shall meet again ”, but let us say The ritual of a lover, being this “ God be with you ! ” She. O heart too dear to me, Too much beloved for lover’s tongue to tell, God be with you ! Farewell, sweet heart ! He. Farewell. (EXEUNT). BESUNT CETERA.
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…l quench Your prayers and curses, hell shall hold The vapourous vomit of your 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,
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…A CONJUGIUM T. B. B. A fetish foul, a devil’s lie, And worshipped that ? Thou shalt not mock, Thou barren rock ! “ Thou shalt not mock ! Cold Chastity, Father and child of Impotence, Whom thou hast set on high for me, From her foul shrine shall chase thee thence : ‘ Avoid, get hence ! ’ “ And I—thou shalt not scorn my word, All Nature sets its scorn on thee ; Sweet flower and stream, swift fish and bird, Shall chorus out ‘ Thou fruitless tree ! Thou salt dry sea ! ’ “ I will not aid thee in thine age, Nor heed thee in thy piteous strait ; Live …
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…hy mad petals, green and gold like angels’ wings, when as a flood God’s essence fills them, and the blood throughout their web grows icy cold ? To thy red centre are my eyes held fast and fervent, as at night Some sad miasma lends a light of strange and silent blasphemies
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…e gleaming torrent of the spear Withdraws, my soul with joy and fear waits for sweet blood to pour its tide Of warm delight—in vain ! so cold, so watery, so slack it flows, It leaves me moveless as a rose, albeit her flakes are manifold. He hath no scent to drive men mad ; no mystic fragrance from his skin
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…gold Before whose feet I bow, in whose delight I am content to live, whose spells of might Are smiles that gleam, are tears that glisten cold On the fair cheek that blushes if I praise ; Are warm ripe kisses in the softer hours When love is perfect blossom of sweet flowers, Are shadowed glances of pure lovelight rays From clear blue eyes, are wonderful caresses When love is golden autumn of sweet fruit. What other worship can usurp my days When I may lie amid her sunny tresses Enraptured by the music of her lute One long calm love, one heart’s …
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… Lurks the dark shade, thy smile is overcast With fear of the world’s thought, and lips of love Pale at that spectre, imminent, immense, Cold Chastity, the child of Impotence, And eyes grow dim with grey distrust thereof. Forget, dear heart, forget ; life’s glow is sweet : Come to a lover’s arms that grow divine At the first eloquent embrace of thine, While pulses in wild unison warmly beat. 2 I know a valley walled with glistening steep Of fire-hewn rock, and stately cliff of ice,
1898 · PDF PAGE 122
…ine hair more sharp than gold ; Purple is warmer than mere red, when seeks My love thy lips to hold. Ah Queen ! that other’s breasts are cold Being of wafted snowflakes beside thine ; Her breasts give milk as thine the fiercest wine ; Her ivory thighs enfold Limbs not so amorous as these that lie By the dark limbs, and lust for their imperial dye.
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…eady ever to renew These bestial orgie-nights, whereby Loose woman’s love is spiced, as dew On tender spray of spring doth lie. Like the cold moon to earth and sun My mistress lingers in eclipse,
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…y 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
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…orge Bishop without a word of enquiry as to what became of the heroic figure of Mathilde Doriac. It is a bitter task to have to write in cold blood the dreadful truth about her death. She had the misfortune to contract, in the last few days of her life with him, the same terrible disease which he describes in the last poem of this collection. This shock, coming so soon after, and, as it were, as an unholy perpetual reminder of the madness and sequestration of her lover, no less than of his infidelity, unhinged her mind, and she shot herself on …