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78 A BALLAD OF PASSIVE PAEDERASTY A BALLAD OF PASSIVE PAEDERASTY 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 butto…
1898 · PDF PAGE 118
112 Á¼±ÆÁ¿´¯Ä¿Å O½±Á My hot blood turns to fire, Seeing nor maid nor man. Not maid, not man—the breast Like palaces of gold, Yet where my lips caressed, In the wild dove’s wild nest A dove too soft to hold. No dove that Hylas knew, No dove that Sappho kissed, Nor in wide Heaven there grew This child of stranger dew Than God’s good spirit wist. Yet his wings bare him high, Divine beyond control, And, like for love to die, I felt his arrow fly Within my very soul. Ah Love ! the ambiguous kiss, Not man’s nor woman’s touch, In that ecstatic b…
1898 · PDF PAGE 85
…buttocks on the sly, And kiss their genitals, and cry : “ Ah ! Ganymede, grant me one night ! ” This is the one sweet mystery : A strong man’s love is my delight ! To feel him clamber on me, laid Prone on the couch of lust and shame, To feel him force me like a maid And his great sword within me flame, His breath as hot and quick as fame ; To kiss him and to clasp him tight ; This is my joy without a name, A strong man’s love 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…
1898 · PDF PAGE 89
…u 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 that fail, the deeds that tire ; Shrunk is San Cresce to a sorry size. This is the end of every man’s desire.
1898 · PDF PAGE 86
…LLAD OF PASSIVE PAEDERASTY ENVOI Husband, come early to my bed, And stay beyond the dawn of light In mighty deeds of lustihead. A strong man’s love is my delight !
1898 · PDF PAGE 73
…ortal honey sips From thy ripe kisses, and sucks nectar rare When each the shrine of God Priapus clips In hot mouth passionate more than man may bear, Boy of red lips !
1898 · PDF PAGE 14
…ne fine morning she was found to be enceinte. The foolish father never thought of the hypothesis which commends itself most readily to a man of the world, not to say a man of science, and adopted that of a second Messiah ! He took the utmost pains to conceal the birth of the child, treated everybody who came to the house as an emis- sary of Herod, and finally made up his mind to flee into Egypt ! Like most religious maniacs, he never
1898 · PDF PAGE 27
A FRAGMENT MAN .................................. Hero MAID ................................. Heroine HER MOTHER COUNT B He. Draw nigh, sweet maiden, violets blush at birth, Pale lilies tinge with crimson, as the snow At dawn’s approach, the pansy’s darksome dye Deepens when tender winds blow over it And give its beauties to the summer’s gaze : So blush at being mine, yet gently come And place a dainty hand within my hold Too delicate to crush it into warmth, Save that blood mantling to thy cheek shall flow Back to the fingers, though I press t…
1898 · PDF PAGE 101
…d. One more generation’s doom Fixes its fangs. Crime’s flame, disease’s gloom, Are thy birth-dower. Another prostitute Predestined, born man, damned to grow a brute ! Another travels tainted to the tomb ! My sin, my madness, in thy blood are set, A vile imperishable coronet, To hound thee into hell ! God spits at thee The curse thy parents earned. Revenge be thine ! Kiss Lust, kill Truth, and worship at Sin’s shrine. And foul His face with dung—thy infamy !
1898 · PDF PAGE 92
…od ; we die Fresh from some corpse-clothed memory, some secret redolence of gloom, Some darkling murmurous song of lust quite strange to man and beast and bird, Silent in power, not overheard by any snake that eats the dust : No crimson-hooded viper knows, no silver-crested asp has guessed The strange soft secrets of my breast ; no leprous cobra shall disclose The many-seated, multiform, divine, essential joys that these Dank odours bring, that starry seas wash white in vain ; intense and warm
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…lose ; no pity, but a little love. Kiss me but once and all my pain is paid. Hurt me or soothe, stretch out one limb above Like a strong man who would constrain a maid. Touch me ; I shudder and my lips turn back Over my shoulder if so be that thus My mouth may find thy mouth, if aught there lack To thy desire, till love is one with us. God ! I shall faint with pain, I hide my face For shame. I am disturbed, I cannot rise, I breathe hard with thy breath ; thy quick embrace Crushes ; thy teeth are agony—pain dies In deadly passion. Ah ! you come—…
1898 · PDF PAGE 99
THE BLOOD-LOTUS 93 With vine and myrtle and thy flower, my harlot-maiden, who for man Now first forsakest thy leman, thy Eve, my Lilith, in this bower Which we indwell, 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 sha…
1898 · PDF PAGE 108
…lash forget the rust That clings them round, as fighting men Forget their wounds, with no distrust Of death. Yea, dust may turn to dust, Man’s spirit to his God again, But memory cannot fade, and while My hot devouring kisses rain On thy worn face, in writhing pain Biting my lips, that fiercely smile As tigers’ lips, and gnaw thy mouth, Till the blood spurts in dainty style And blinds and bruises me awhile, Yet satiates the awful drouth ; I suck, and shudder, and rave, and clutch, Thy breasts, with wounds and sores uncouth, Drenched with diseas…
1898 · PDF PAGE 22
…ght up from the pit. But always to the very end his power is unexhausted, immense, terrible. His delirium does not amuse ; it appals ! A man who could conceive as he did must himself have had some glorious chord in his heart vibrating to the eternal principle of Bound- less Love. That this love was wrecked is for me, in some sort a relative of his, a real and bitter sorrow. He might have been so great ! He missed Heaven ! Think kindly of him !
1898 · PDF PAGE 67
…e not, as are mortals’, hued All rose and lily, but linger unseen Passion-flowers purpled, garlands of green ! Who like thyself shall command our ways ? Who has such pleasures and pains for hire ? Who can awake such a mortal fire In the veins of a man, that deathly days Have robbed of the masteries of desire ? Who can give garlands of fadeless bays Unto the sorrow and pain we praise ?
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… perishable ink, But in our pulses’ quick delight to live From day to day renewed, as if a fount Of God’s mysterious stream, that here a man May wet his ankle, and again immerse Unto his knees, and yet again assay To cross its silver depth and find himself Swimming in crystal coldness on a sea Broad as God’s mercy and as deep as Love.
1898 · PDF PAGE 80
…E 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 for love, vainly f…
1898 · PDF PAGE 131
… Fears on my mind and pains on body feed, Serpents of hell that gnaw my bones, nor quench The fires of torture with the sickly stench Of many a venomed drug, that clings and cleaves, An clutches like a dead man’s hand, and weaves Its subtle scheme of agony through me. Is God to help a mortal ? Or are we Caught in Fate’s mesh without a hope to ’ scape ? Ah ! look around ! In every darksome shape ! Fearful, nude Venus grins. Alcyone Mocks with her sickening smile. Hill, moor, and lea Make me to hate them. Only Clytie there, Wild arms thrown wide,…
1898 · PDF PAGE 133
…¿Â 127 Outward, my face and breast have leprous sores ; Inward, my filthy blood ; its poison pours Corruption through me. In the eyes of man I am contemned, the haughty one. God’s fan Is eager on my threshing-floor ; his rod Smites no vain stroke. Oh, how I curse thee, God ! What is my aid ? But yet to Satan’s power I lend my utmost vigour for an hour, To wrest Thy damned throne from out thy hands ! My aid ? How shall I burst thy bitter bands, Strike off thy shackles, from thy fetters break, I, whom Thy name appals, whose vitals quake At the di…
1898 · PDF PAGE 18
…m 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 birthright for a mess of beastlier pottage than ever Esau guzzled, who sold soul and body to Satan for sheer love of sin, whose mere lust of perversion is so intense that it seems to absorb every other emotion and interest. Never since God woke light from chaos has such a tragedy been unrolled before men, step after step …