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Page 1 of 11909 · PDF PAGE 68
…u breed in me! My flesh corrupt is tingling with the kiss Of myriads, like the innumerable sea In waves of life that feeds its boundless bliss On the eroded earth. These are your thoughts, Your living thoughts that throng my stagnant veins! Your jackals howl among the holy courts; Your monster brood of devils in my brains T.aughs; oh! they feast on my decaying blood; They gnaw the last sweet morsel from my bones. — As on the parched-up earth there flames the flood Of the monsoon, black dust and barren stones [.eap into green, so I whose epitaph…
1909 · PDF PAGE 77
…ng double suicide ! " 'Osrible detiles '. In the world without We never yet consented to abide. What should we care, within this cave of bliss, This ocean of content, wherein we dive And play like dolphins, for the horrid hiss Of blow-flies ? Nay, they never were alive! O the sweet sleep that fastens on these brows! O the enchauntment of this dreamy god, My mystic sister, my mellific spouse, That shepherds us with his hermetic rod Into the flowery folds of love and sleep Where we have strayed -— O never yetsodeep ! —— 128 — XIII Lola, dear Lola…
1909 · PDF PAGE 31
…hrist, my Lola? I am rent Even as the demons from the face of God When they would peer into beatitude. I am barred from the incalculable bliss, The unutterable chrism, the soul’s food, Of you, your gaze, your word, your touch, your kiss O Gods, Fates, Fiends — whoever plays the Pope ! Lift up your curse — leave me not without hope! IT] My soul is like the savage upland plains Of utmost wretchedness in Tartary. No strength of sun, no fertilizing rains! Only a bitter wind, intense and dry, Cuts over them. Hardly the memory stands Of one who trave…
1909 · PDF PAGE 59
xX XI ro This is our truth, that only Nothing is, That is his truth that seems to sink supine a ; ) And Nothing is an universe of Bliss ; Into your bosom’s bliss, the scented snare, : That loves denote supernal ecstasies, Killed by your kisses shuddering in his spine And blinded in the bowers of your hair ! And saintship lurks in the colossal kiss. And blinded in the bower ook. . Loves are the letters of the holy word This is his truth, who seems to writhe and sob . . That contradicts the curse ’ Let Being be!” Beneath the earthquake pangs of y…
1909 · PDF PAGE 49
…e by blows and bites and kisses ; You make me drunken with your stormy wine ; We swoon, we roll into unguessed abysses Of torture and of bliss ; we wake and yearn, Doing violence on ourselves — anon weare slain, Slain and reborn again to ache and burn : Aeon on aeon thunders through our brain. -—~ At last you see, my maiden? Kiss me! Kiss ! There is no end — happy or not — to this ! ~d Io | | VII There Is a respite — we must part anon. Short are the hours of sweetness : it is well. Could such a bout of murder carry on We should drink poison and…
1909 · PDF PAGE 78
…d the prophecy ! Ah Lola mine! ” No happy end is this ” — I love you — ah! you love me — you love me! For we have passed beyond imagined bliss Into the kingdom of reality, Where we are crowned with flowers — yet closer creep! Sleep, Lola, now! I love you — sleep — ah, sleep! a 130 —- N otes
1909 · PDF PAGE 17
…faced god that lurks in heaven laughs ; There is rejoicing on the immortal shore. The angels deem us hurled from the above, Burnt out of bliss, blasted from sense and thought, Barred from the beauties of celestial love And branded with the annihilating Naught. O! pallid triumph: empty victory! When we sit smiling on the infernal thrones Starred with our utmost gems of infamy, Builded with tears, and cushioned with the groans Of these the victims of our joys immense — Child! I aspire to that bad eminence! Vil Hell hath no queen! But, o thou red …
1909 · PDF PAGE 34
…m and blood. IX As one entranced by dint of cannabis, Whose sense of time is changed past recognition, Whether he suffer woe or taste of bliss, He loses both his reason and volition. He says one word — what countless ages pass! He walks across the room —— a voyage as far As the astronomer’s who turns his glass On faintest star-webs past the farthest star And travels thither in the spirit. So It seems impossible to me that ever The sands of our ill luck should run so low That splendidly success should match endeavour; Yet it must be, and very so…
1909 · PDF PAGE 23
…e~ That gnash their teeth to espy the gold and rose Out flaming like the dawn when kiss for kiss Passed and for ever sealed our bale and bliss. IT] Behold ! the elixir for the weeping wound ! Is it that wine that Avallaunius poured From the Red Cup when fair Titania swooned Before the wrath of her insulted lord? Is it the purple essence that distilled From Jesu’s side beneath the invoking spear? Or that pale vase that Proserpina filled From wells of her sad garden, cold and clear And something overbitter and oversweet ? Or in the rout of Dionys…
1909 · PDF PAGE 57
…your body bathed in glory, So that from out the uttermost abyss The very darkness churned itself to hoary And phosphor foam of agony and bliss. The authentic seal of our majestic might Stamped on the light in light the light of light. —— 8) —
1909 · PDF PAGE 74
…are weary, it is flesh that faints. We cannot bear such worlds of happiness. Even in this torture that consumes and taints, We writhe in bliss, one terrible caress Of the great Gods of Hell. Ah! surely, dear, Our way is wise, transcending human woe: We are most happy and of great good cheer. What do we know? It matters net. We know, This is enough, that we have slain the Sphinx, Worked out her wizardry, dissolved her doom; And though her wine be death to him that drinks We shall carouse for ever in the tomb. We drank bull’s blood and all our pa…
1909 · PDF PAGE 25
…hen in the trance, the death we call a kiss, Earth is done down, and the immanent divine Exists! Impossible! no mortal yet Suffered such bliss from the all-envious gods ; Whence we may guess we are immortal, set From the beginning over the periods Of ages, set on thrones of jasper and pearl, Wreathed with the lilies of Eternity, While on our brows the starry clusters curl Like flashes from the sunkissed jewelry, Dew on the flowers our garlands. Ay! you are mine ’ And mine as you are shall I pour the wine.