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VICTORY 105 Here with thy fingers fierce and deft, Take me, all bloody as it is, And plunge within thy furious cleft My fierce red 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 !
…weeter than lips could have told, who loved better only to kiss ; Sweeter than hands could have written, who took delight in the glories Fierce of a triple embrace, a fadeless implacable bliss. Love is a sword whose blade is red, Love is a deed whose fruit is dead ; Love is a tiger, fierce of power, Easily fades a spring-tide flower. Death shall come slow and soft, with the stealthy tread of a leopard ; While the few stars have grown dim, as he seeks for an innocent prey. Death shall pounce soon on the fold, where Love was a treacherous shepher…
…E 59 Deep wet eyes that are violet-blue ! Haggard cheeks that may blush no more ! Body bruised daintily, touched of gore Where the sharp fierce teeth have bitten through The olive skin that thy sons adore, That they die for daily, are slain anew By manifold hate ; for their tale is few. Few are thy sons, but as fierce as dawn, Rapturous moments and weary days, Nights when thine image a thousand ways Is smitten and kissed on the fiery lawn Where the wash of the waves of thy native bays Laps weary limbs, that of thee have drawn Laughter and fire …
…! that thou has made me thus, Content of nought, intent to attain The summits of hills amorous, The crests desired of all of us, By that fierce superflux of pain, That battling with strange enemies, The awful holocaust of gain, And golden rushing of men slain Before Thy throne, whose woven lies, Fixed by enchantment in the dome Of fiery aether, burn with eyes Insatiate of Paradise— Fixed, if the curse of brackish foam Upon the salt unpiteous sea Be fixed, or if the faith of Rome Shall find in hearts of men a home
…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 hours ;
Á¼±ÆÁ¿´¯Ä¿Å O½±Á 113 Ah ! Love ! how fierce that night ! With what unsung desire Thy lips and mouth were bright, In mine eye to give light, And fire to kindle fire. Ah Love ! nor king nor queen Of mine exhaustless flame, But comrade of my teen, Spouse of that epicene Incontinence of shame. Twin Love ! Soul’s dual spouse, Dream-serpent of my life, Rose-garland of my brows Within that ivory house, Sex with itself at strife. Were I a wanton stream, Thou mightest bathe in me, Yet in that happy dream Methought my heart did deem We mingled utte…
…ASTY Of man’s delight and man’s desire In one thing is no weariness— To feel the fury of the fire, And writhe within the close caress Of fierce embrace, and wanton kiss, And final nuptial done aright, How sweet a passion, shame, is this, A strong man’s love is my delight ! Free women cast a lustful eye On my gigantic charms, and seek By word and touch with me to lie, And vainly proffer cunt and cheek ; Then, angry, they miscall me weak, Till one, divining me aright, Points to her buttocks, whispers “ Greek ! ”— A strong man’s love is my delight…
…rd.” The loud-voiced choir would drown in song The voice of God ; their music woke Echoes through chancel weird and long— In thunder and fierce fire and smoke Jehovah spoke. “ On with the farce ! My perjured priests, The wolves that raven through my flock, Nay, wolves in shepherd’s garb, wild beasts That fang and tear my lambs, and mock At Judah’s stock. “ On with the grim foul farce ! Black hell Gapes to receive all actors there.
…strength ; life flees 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
…lay. 4 She creeps alive upon the tawny sands, False glittering woman, girt about with lies ! She steals toward me, the tigress sleek and fierce ! Destroying devil, with long sinuous hands And hate triumphant in blue-murderous eyes ! I nerve myself to spring upon and pierce With maddening fangs those firm white bosom towers, To tear those lithe voluptuous limbs apart And glut my ravening soul with vengeance. Heart Quickens as she draws near ; the scent of flowers Breathes round her damnéd presence. Shall she live To triumph with those tainted li…
… of a boy leaps, and his eyes catch its fire. Light is his laugh as the sea, with no sad remem- brances laden ; Light as the sea, and as fierce and fickle is grown his desire. Here in the spring we are free, as the winds that look love at the ocean ; Change we and weary too soon of delight that is hardly begun ;
…lood the volumes through That speak of love. But then there grew A giant lust, strong as the sea ; And we with fresh delight assayed The fierce sweet bond of tribady, The strange strong sin of sodomy,
… Heaven, Fire and desire and delight, of a love that is always young ; Hell has the pains of hell, but the sweetest of lusts for leaven. Fierce body, breasts of delight, fearful and murderous tongue. Hell is the house of all delight, Heaven the home of a bitter blight ; Pain is our joy and our spirits’ power, Never shall fade its fiery flower. Now is the triumph of Love, gazing far to an infinite pleasure, Pleasure that mocks Heaven’s hopes, that our hands are impatient to hold. Love and delight pouring out, in a fearless insatiate measure, Out…
… luminous o’er Time’s empurpled steep. She loved me then ; she loves me now, afar. Ah, she knew not ! and I, so steeped and stained With fierce sins, knew myself unworthy of The heart I gained, And, a lost mariner whose polar star He is ashamed to look to, cast away her love. I would not have her love a thing so vile, I would not link her life with such as mine ! O cursed sin, to leave my soul too high To cheat the shrine ! I drave Love forth, Love lingered yet awhile So that I might not quite win Hell before I die.
…ve is my delight. To feel again his love grow grand Touched by the langour of my kiss ; To suck the hot blood from my gland Mingled with fierce spunk that doth hiss, And boils in sudden spurted bliss ; Ah ! God ! the long-drawn lusty fight ! Grant me eternity of this ! A strong man’s love is my delight !
…than the sky, Vaster than petty loves that dream and die, Insatiate, angry, terrible for lust, Who shrivel God to adamantine dust By our fierce gaze upon him, who would strive Under our wrath, to flee away, to dive Into the deep recesses of his heaven. But we, one joy, one love, one shame for leaven, Quit hope and life, quit fear and death and love, Implacable as God, desired above All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed, Knit in one soul in one delicious bed More hot than hell, more wicked than all things, Vast in our sin, whose unredeeming…
…uor ! 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 Hell ? But this is Hell ! Aha ! if you were me, Blind staring cripple yonder, you should see Whether I lie ! A cripple are you then ? Look upon me, the leper among men, The corpse among the living ! Intercede, Good pitying pitiable Christ !…
…129 While thy lewd minions covered with a pall Our prostrate bodies, and with musical Loud voices raised the chant of funeral, Turned to fierce blasphemies, and words obscene. Nine hours we lay as dead, and then my queen Writhed in my arms again, and blood leapt up To our fresh kisses to fill full the cup Of horror to the brim. Again as dead Were we borne forth, and then—Can I forget ? I gripped thy glossy throat. My fingers met Crushing through the skin and muscle, nerve and vein, And in that supreme agony of pain I drained myself of lust ! Th…
… with her sickening smile. Hill, moor, and lea Make me to hate them. Only Clytie there, Wild arms thrown wide, an agony of hair Streamed fierce behind her, seems to sympathize ; Through selfish, yet despair in both our eyes Gives us a link of love. The darkling room Is fearsome ; one red light throughout the gloom Thrills my void veins with horror. On the couch The gruesome hound with sleepy stare doth crouch. His red hard eye upon me. Every shelf Of noisome books reflects my hideous self ! Lucky I burnt my picture ! Snakes on floor Writhe, lic…
…e outer current of the great vortex of Sin, and whirls lazily through the sleepy waters of mere sensualism ; the pace quickens, he grows fierce in the mysteries of Sapphism and the cult of Venus Aversa with women ; later of the same forms of vice with men, all mingled with wild talk of religious dogma and a general exaltation of Priapism at the expense, in particular, of Christianity, in which religion, however, he is undoubtedly a believer till the