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Page 1 of 11898 · PDF PAGE 136
130 ² Åü¿Â I had thee once alive—to slay again !— Ah ! Who crawls in upon me like a vain Damned ghost ? Ugh ! blotchy spectre ! Fiend, aroint ! Ah Christ, he creeps toward me ; every joint Quivers with passion ; he will tear my eyes ! Away ! more liquor ! 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 lu…
1898 · PDF PAGE 87
…e billows of the main Across the sea. I remain here in somber slavery Amid these winter gusts of bitter pain, And sorrow for thy lips in vain, in vain, Bound by the world’s inexorable chain, And parted from thee. Spirit of Liberty, Bear thou my kisses’ sunshine, my tears’ rain To him I love, who may one day love me, And bid him gladden at my amorous strain Across the sea.
1898 · PDF PAGE 44
… 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,
1898 · PDF PAGE 71
…omme divine. La langue qui cherche tes reins, Les genoux qui pressent tes seins, Te feraient déesse, ma 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 ! !
1898 · PDF PAGE 91
… 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 hours ;
1898 · PDF PAGE 92
…ous 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
1898 · PDF PAGE 43
…get not—heed not my cry, Play out the farce, wed fast the twain !— Red judgment and black death draw nigh, Your blasphemies shall all be vain, And your souls slain. “ Vipers ! on him my mercy falls Perchance, at last, in heaven ; but ye
1898 · PDF PAGE 64
…er son cannot tame ! Worship to thee ! Glory to thee ! Venus Callipyge, mother of me. Fruitless foam of a sterile sea, Wanton waves of a vain desire, Maddening billows flecked with fire, Storms that lash on the brine, and flee, Dead delights, insatiate ire Broke like a flower to the birth of thee, Venus Callipgye, mother of me !
1898 · PDF PAGE 31
…that bind, Change from us the garb of our prison And lighten the mind. O Spring, tell the bountiful Giver Thy smiles on the world are in vain ;
1898 · PDF PAGE 94
…is side the 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
1898 · PDF PAGE 52
…uches light, Steal passion from reluctant pain. So has the daystar fled again Before the blushes of the sky, So did I clasp thy knees in vain : For we must part, and love must die. You say another’s sensuous lips Shall open to my kisses there :
1898 · PDF PAGE 63
…travaileth ; So in our lusts, the monstrous burden borne Heavy within the womb, we wait the morn Of its fulfilment. Thus eternity Wheels vain wings round us, who may never die, But cling as hard as serpent’s wedlock is, One writhing glory, an immortal kiss.
1898 · PDF PAGE 133
… 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 dim thought of Thee ? Have mercy, Christ ! Who suffered on the cross, who sacrificed Thy heaven for …