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1898 · PDF PAGE 83

White Stains

TO J. L. D. 77 TO J. L. D. At last, so long desired, so long delayed, The step is taken, and the threshold past ; I am within the palace I have prayed At last. Like scudding winds, when skies are overcast, Came the soft breath of Love, that might not fade. O Love, whose magic whispers bind me fast, O Love, who hast the kiss of Love betrayed, Hide my poor blush beneath thy pinions vast, Since thou hast come, nor left me more a maid, At last.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 50

White Stains

… 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 lips of song— She whispered “ Dear…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 58

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…ad, since it has no power to grow, to bloom ; Live, since I may not bury it within The gaping tomb Where virtue lies, that I, imperious, Long since interred with hope, and all life’s joy save sin.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 123

White Stains

“ EREBUS “ 117 Thy mouth takes me within its eager lips ; My mouth thirsts, drinking long Deep from the fount of love, whence out there slips An eager purple tongue, Sweet as the taste of summer song From thrush’s tender throat, a tongue that tires My thirsty lips with its insatiate fires, While swart limbs soft and strong Grip my hot head, while thy lips kiss away With blood and foam the life from him thou wouldst not slay.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 71

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…a mine, Je mordrai, et tu cries en vain. Alors, de nouvelle énergie, Je jette entre tes jolies cuisses, Dedans ton cul, ce fleur-de-lys, Long, gros, et ardent. Ça, il glisse En haut, en bas. La passion croît Fiévreux, furieux, pour toi ! Vient, la crise du délice ! . . . Ah, je suis mort ! . . . . Embrasse-moi ! !

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1898 · PDF PAGE 110

White Stains

…rnal anguish, and the sight Of sore bloody breasts and thighs, The bright green river foamed with white, The horrid spasms of the night. Long have we lusted on this wise ; Now one delight, the last is left— Come, I will lick thine haggard eyes, And wallow on thee straddle-wise.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 42

White Stains

…e assured I am the Lord.” 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.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 40

White Stains

…id thee in thine age, Nor heed thee in thy piteous strait ; Live thou in thine own empty cage, Forged every day that thou didst wait Too long, too late ! “ Shall I turn back the seasons past, Recall sun’s shine and cloudlet’s fleece,

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1898 · PDF PAGE 51

White Stains

… both Are met to kiss the last good-bye, Because sweet glances weep for ruth That we must part, and love must die. Remembrance of love’s long delights Is to remember sighs and tears, Yet I will think upon the nights I whispered into passionate ears The fond desires, the sweet faint fears. My lover’s limbs of lissome white Gleamed in the darkness and strange light, The wondrous orbs voluptuously Bent on me all unearthly bright : But we must part, and love must die.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 48

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…utumn 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 delight always ? 2 Bright spheres of heaven, firefly gleams, fair ghosts Laugh lightly to the silver globe of night That glitters on green fields, and on the sea

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1898 · PDF PAGE 11

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…ymouth Brother, have scared their illiterate, since hypocrisy was born, with Abel, and spiritual tyranny, with Jehovah ! Society, in the long

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1898 · PDF PAGE 85

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… 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 !

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1898 · PDF PAGE 12

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…au is handy to call everything outside the kitchen the asy- lum. Here, however, there is a substratum of truth. Consider the intolerable long roll of names, all tainted with glorious madness. Baudelaire the diabolist, debauchee of sadism, whose dreams are night mares, and whose waking hours delirium ; Rollinat the necro- phile, the poet of phthisis, the anxiomaniac ; Péladan, the high priest—of nonsense ; Mendés, frivolous and scoffing sensualist ; besides a host of others, most alike in this, that, below the cloak of madness and depravity, the…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 18

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… violence of passion ; the door opened, officers appeared, the arrest was effected. He was committed to an asylum, for there could be no longer any doubt of his complete insanity ; for three weeks he had been raving with absinthe, and satyriasis. He survived his confinement no long time ; the burning of the asylum with its inmates was one of the most terrible events of the war of 1870. So died one of the most talented Englishmen of his century, a man who for wide knowledge of men and things was truly to be envied, yet one who sold his birthrigh…

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