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…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 !
BALLADE DE LA JOLIE MARION 45 BALLADE DE LA JOLIE MARION It is a sweet thing to be loved, Although my sighs in absence wake, Although my saddening heart is moved, I smile and bear for love’s dear sake. My songs their wonted music make, Joyous and careless, songs of youth, Because the sacred lips of 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 Th…
110 WITH DOG AND DAME We wake her passion, either one Licking each pouting pair of lips Till new sweet streams of nectar run. ’ Tis Autumn, and the dying breeze Murmurs “ embrace ”; the moon replies “ Embrace ” ; the soughing of the trees Calls us to linger loverwise, And drain our passion to the lees. ’ Tis Autumn. The belated dove Calls through the beeches, that bestir Themselves to kiss the skies above, As I will kiss with him and her. Leave us, sweet Autumn, to our love.
… crown me king and queen. There is a name For whose soft sound I would abandon all This pomp. I liefer would have had you call Some soft sweet title of belovéd shame. Gold coronets be seemly, but bright flame I choose for diadem ; I would let fall All crowns, all kingdoms, for one rhythmical Caress of thine, one kiss my soul to tame. You crown me king and queen ; I crown thee lover ! I bid thee hasten, nay, I plead with thee, Come in the thick dear darkness to my bed. Heed not my sighs, but eagerly uncover, As our mouths mingle, my sweet infamy…
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…
…astly. But within Where we two cling together, and hot kisses Stray to and fro amid the wildernesses Of swart curled locks ! I deem it a sweet sin, So sweet that fires of hell have no more power On body and soul to quench the lustrous flame Of that desire that burns between us twain. What is Eternity, seeing we hold this hour For all the lusts and luxuries of shame ? Heaven is well lost for this surpassing gain.
… 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 delight always ? 2 Bright spheres of heaven, firefly gleams, fair ghosts Laugh lightly to the silver globe of night That gl…
…ay—but Oh ! my Marion’s kiss Shall linger on my palate still, No joy on earth is like to this That we have tasted to our fill Of all our sweet lascivious will. The cup is drained of lust’s delight, Yet wells with pleasure, and by night I’ll come once more and loving lie Between thine amorous limbs, despite That we must part and love must die. ENVOI Thus, sweet, I’ll sing when day doth break And weary lovers must awake
…s 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.
… That hide their blushes in the golden wood A fervent fountain amorously slips, The dainty rivers of thy luscious blood ; Red streams of sweet nepenthe that eclipse The milder nectar that the gods hold good— How my dry throat, held hard between thy hips, Shall drain the moon-wrought flow of womanhood ! Divinest token of sterility, Strange barren fountain blushing from the womb, Like to an echo of Augustan gloom When all men drank this wine ; it maddens me With yearnings after new divinity, Prize of thy draught, some where beyond the tomb.
…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 hours ;
…en that die, I drain thy drowsy flood That our impatient blood May mingle utterly. So, Hermes, thou art wed, So, Aphrodite, mine, In one sweet spirit shed
66 RONDELS RONDELS I Maid of dark eyes, that glow with shy sweet fire, Song lingers on thy beauty till it dies In awe and longing on the smitten lyre : Maid of dark eyes. Grant me thy love, earth’s last surpassing prize, Me, cast upon the faggots of love’s pyre For love of the white bosom that underlies The subtle passion of thy snowy attire, The shadowy secret of thine amorous thighs, The inmost shrine of my supreme desire, Maid of dark eyes ! 2 Boy of red lips, pale face, and golden hair, Of dreamy eyes of love, and finger-tips Rosy with yout…
PREFATORY SONNET TO THE VIRGIN MARY Mother of God ! who knowest the dire pangs Of childbirth, and has suffered, and dost know How utter sweet the full fruit of thy woe, And how His heel hath crushed the serpent’s fangs, Be with me in the birth of this my book, These songs of mine, poor children, like to die ; Yet, if they may not perish utterly, It is to thee for sustenance I look. Mother of God ! be with me in success, Abide with me if peradventure fail These faint songs, murmurs of a summer gale That my heart clothes within a mortal dress ; A…
… trees, Or deadlier serpents coiled at eased round carcasses of birds unclean. All wandering changeful spectre shapes that dance in slow sweet measure round And merge themselves in the profound, nude women and distorted apes Grotesque and hairy, in their rage more rampant than the stallion steed ;
…, 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.
… 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 ! Boys tempt my lips to wanton use, And show their tongues, and smi…
…r 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 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,
…ood, And with more cruel zest make good the shackles of the Crucifix. So be it, in thy arms I rest, lulled into silence by the strain Of sweet love-whispers, while I drain damnation from thy tawny breast. Nor heed the haggards sun’s eclipse, feeling thy perfume fill my hair, And all thy dark caresses wear sin’s raiment on thy melting lips— Nay, by the witchcraft of thy charms to sleep, nor drain that God survive ; To wake, this only to contrive—fresh passions in thy naked arms ; And, at that moment when thy breath mixes with mine, like wine, to…
…nar ! Her breasts are Golgotha to me ! Her lips, his dripping hands and feet ! Her secret-cinctured armoury Of pleasures seems—how utter sweet !— The gaping spear-wound in his side Wherein I smote the Crucified ! Come, night ! dip, shadows ! Only let One incense-flame burn red and low, Regild the golden coronet, Gleam on her nude lewd hips, and glow On hours of weariless desire, A bastard and infernal fire. Smite me, my fiend-fair whore, nor spare My raging hips, but wake again The old desires ere I’m aware, Joy more intense from cruel pain : T…