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…onditions even to begin the most elementary practices. 742. My Eastern friend.—Abdul Hamid, of the Fort, Colombo, on whom be peace. 755. Heart,61— Heart is a trifling misquotation: This poem is for publication. 810. Mind the dark doorway there /®2—This, like so many other (perhaps all) lines in these poems, is pregnant with a host of hidden meanings. Not only is it physical, of saying good-bye to a friend: but mental, of the dark- ness of metaphysics; occult, of the mystical darkness of the Threshold of Initiation: and physiological, containing…
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…he maiden’s body prone Lay on her altar. Then she gave consent, And I smote once. RupHa. Ha! Ha! What came then? Criospa. I tore out her heart, and held its flame aloft. The blackening Thy rite blood Gushed on my arms—and then— Rupua. Ho! Ho! CriosDA. With red lips reeking from the sweet foul feast, I sang in tuneless agony the spell ; Rolled athwart space the black words: then some force Tore me: I heard the tears drop in my heart. I heard the laughter of some utmost God Hid in the middle of matter. That was I, The hideous laugher of the mania…
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…h art, And cover all the fiery bloom of wrong With blossoms blacker where the blood runs strong As our lips pale, their life fled to the heart. Surely we are as dead, we loving so, So bitterly, so keenly: let no breath Persuade us we are living and must die! Better believe eternal kisses flow Under the strong rude current miscalled death, The lotus-river where our bodies lie ! THE FORTY-THIRD DAY. ‘*O theft most base That we have stolen what we do fear to keep.” Troilus and Cressida, IMPOSSIBLE that we shall ever part ! The heart shrinks back f…
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ORACLES 30 Thou art not cold, but bitter is thy burning cry to me. My tiny heart were fitter for a mortal than for thee. But I cast away the mortal, and I choose the tortured way, And I stand before thy portal, and my face is cold and grey. Thou lovest me with a love more terrible than death; But thou art in the above, and my wings feel no wind’s breath. ) Thou art all too fierce and calm, too bitter and sweet, alas ! Thou weavest a cruel charm on my soul that is as glass. I know thee not, who art naked; I le be- neath thy feet Who hast called …
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…tar? I have gone whither thou goest, bitterly followed afar, Have I 1 A secret Order, probably established by Crowley himself, Buried my heart in thy sorrow, cast down my soul at thy knees. Thou, thou hast left me no morrow. Days and desires, what are these? Nay, I have torn from my breast passion and love and despair : Sought in thy palaces rest, sleep that awaited me there ; Sleep that awaits me in vain: I have done with the hope of things ; Passion and pleasure and pain have stung me, and lost their stings. Only abides there a hollow, void a…
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ACTUS QUINTUS 113 How shall I come? _ Shrieking and yelling? Or quiet and dumb To the heart of the dwelling? Silently striding, Whispering terror Into their ears; Watching, abiding, Madness and error, Brooder of fears ! Thus will I bring Black Ares to honour, Draw the black sting Of the serpent upon her ! How foolish to fight With the warrior God Who brings victory bright Or defeat with a nod, Who standeth to smite With a spear and a rod! Here is the woman, Thinking no evil, Wielding the human By might of a devil ! But I will mock her With cunn…
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…the rhythm of a mantra; and the silk slipped through his fingers, but as if one told his beads. Where- fore the work was marred, and the hearts of the parents were woe because of him. But it is written that misfortune knoweth not the hour to cease, and that the seed of sorrow is as the seed of the Banyan Tree. It groweth and is of stature as a mountain, and, ay me! it shooteth down fresh roots into the aching earth. For the boy grew and became a man; and his eyes kindled with the lust of life and love; and the de- sire stirred him to see the ro…
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…ate! Swift tongue of fire, Kindled from that immeasurable light The boundless, the immutable. Come forth, My God, my lover, spirit of my heart, Heart of my soul, white virgin of the Dawn, My Queen of all perfection, come thou forth From thine abode beyond the Silences To me the prisoner, me the mortal man, Shrined in this clay : come forth, I say, to me, Initiate my quickened soul; draw near, And let the glory of thy Godhead shine Through all the luminous aethers of the air Even to earth, thy footstool ; unto me Who by these sacred invocations …
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…g peace, the ten-year-walléd city. Why be too cruel, check such baby joy? She said “I think the poem very pretty.” RED POPPY.? I HAVE no heart to sing. What offering may I bring, Alice, to thee? My great love's lifted wing Weakens, unwearying, And droops with me, Seeing the sun-kindled hair Close in the face more fair, The sweet soul shining there For God to see. Surely some angel shed Flowers for the maiden head, Ephemeral flowers ! I yearn, not comforted. My heart has vainly bled - Through age-long hours. To thee my spirit turns ; My bright s…
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…d and lax we lay Breathing and holding: then in amorous play She laughed and left her body’s love to me, And kissed one kiss holding the heart of May, And kissed again, and kissed our lives away. THE THIRTY-FIFTH DAY. ‘‘T cannot kiss, that is the humour of it, but adieu.” King Henry V. THE third time bitterly came reason back. Is it a fault in love when mornings find The soul grown sober and rethroned the ‘ mind? Or is it mere necessity to track The candid chequer cross-wise to the black, And love, not mutable, yet well inclined To take his ple…
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…n from love, and love’ S guerdon Is life and its burden. To-night if I turn to my lover I must'ask: If she be? who am I? To-night if her heart I uncover No heart in the night I espy. I am grips with the question of eld, and the sphinx holds fast My eyes to the past. Who am I, when I say I languish? Who is she, if I call her mine? And the fool’s and the wise man’s anguish Are burnt in the bitter shrine. The god is far as the stars, and the wine and fire Salt with desire. Desunt cetera. THE DANCE OF SHIVA.’ Written at the House of Sri Parananda S…
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… promise might abide, Thy steed a mild she-ass, thou once didst ride On roads o’erstrewn with branches and fresh flowers; Vil. When, thy heart beating high with hope and pride, Thou didst whip out those merchants vile with force, At last the master? Did not keen remorse Bite thy soul ere the spear had pierced thy side ? VII. I, certes, I shall gladly quit this hell Where dream and action walk not hand- in-hand ! May I use the brand and perish by the brand ! Saint Peter denied Jesus. He did well. GLOIRE ET LOUANGE, GLoRY and praise to thee, O Sa…
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…ep As to have murdered an old man, and him Thy father’s brother? JASON. Justice covers all. The Furies cannot follow if a man To his own heart be reconciled. They feed On his own bosom, nay ! are born thereof. An alien clan he might elude, but these, Blood of his blood, he shall nor slay nor *scape.’ My heart hath never pastured on regret Or pang for thee. My justice covers all. PELIAS. That one word “ justice ” covers all indeed To thine own self. But think’st thou for a word To ruin many years of commonweal, And poison in an hour the politics…
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…it so! And the world’s pulse stops, as God bends him lowly To hear and know. ....... For not the heights of heaven shall exalt her Whose heart is full of love’s dumb deity, Nor harp-strings lift me, nor the sound of psalter, Whose love is merged and molten into thee, Not incense sweeter be by shrine or altar For youandme.......... But like dove’s eyes where glamour lies a-dwelling, Like sweet well-water rising in the well, Strong steep black currents thrust up, flooding, welling, Into the moonlight, swift, adorable,— So kisses cluster, so our b…
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…te—that selfless solitude ! THE STORM. Written on the North Atlantic Ocean. In the sorrow of the silence of the sunset, when the world’s heart sinks to sleep, And the waking wind arises from the wedding of the aether and the deep, There are perfumes through the saltness of the even ; there are hints of flowers afar; And the God goes down lamented by the lonely vesper star. 1 The universe. The monsters rise around us as we move in moving mist, Slow whales that swim as musing, and lo! or ever we wist, Looms northward in the grey, mysterious ice, …
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…ten steel Runs from deep furrows in the wheel ; So from afar one central heat Sends the loud pulse to fever beat ; So from one crown and heart of fire Spring the vast phantoms of desire, Impossible and epicene, Familiar souls of Messaline. And as, when thunder broods afar Imperial destinies of war, Men see the haze and heat, and feel The sun’s rays like a shaft of steel, Seeing no sun; even so the night Clouds that deep miracle from sight : Until this destiny be done Tlangs the corona on the sun ; And I absorbed in those unclean Ghost-haunted v…
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…oud-measures that escape the dance’s whirling witchery. Their song is in my ears, that burn with their melodious wickedness ; But in her heart my sorceress has songs more sinful, that I learn As she sings slowly all their shame, and makes me tingle with delight At new debaucheries, whose might rekindles blood and bone to flame. The circle gathers. Negresses howl in the naked dance, and wheel On poniard-blades of poisoned steel, and weep out blood in agonies ; Strange beast and reptile writhe; the song grows high and melancholy now ; The perfume…
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…nd guards the shore 3; The ocean, the bull-throated, evermore Roars; the vast wheel of heaven turns above, Its rim of pain, its jewelled heart of love ; Sun-waved, the eagle wing Of the air of feathered spring Royally sweeps, and on the musical marge Watches alone the man. O silvern shape and span Of moonlight, reaching over the grey, large Breast of the surf-bound strand, Life of the earth, God’s child, Man’s bride, the light of the sweet land ! Are emeralds ever a spark of this clear green, Or sapphires hints of this diviner blue, Or rubies s…
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…e ghostliness of this ‘Unreal shuttle-game—the kiss ! Her moving body sobs above, And calls its lechery true love. Out from the flame of heart she plucks One flower of fiery light, and sucks Its essence up within her lips, And flings it into mine, and dips And bends her body, writhes and swims To link the velvet of our limbs, My drouthy passion worn and keen, And lusty life of Messaline. The heart’s blood in her boiling over She sucked from many a dying lover : The purple of her racing veins ILeapt from some soul’s despairing pains ; She drinks…
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… silent blasphemies To lure a soul to hell, to draw some saint’s charred lust, to tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, another poet’s heart to gnaw With dubious remorse. Oh! flame of tortur- ing flower-love ! sacrament Of Satan, triple element of mystery and love and shame, Green, gold, and crimson, in my heart you strive with Jesus for its realm, While Sorrow’s tears would overwhelm the warriors of either part. Jesus would lure me: from His side the gleaming torrent of the spear Withdraws, my soul with joy and fear waits for sweet blood to …