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…hold me here; You grip my flesh till bleeding bruises start; You threaten me with — can I name the fear ? IT always knew you never had a heart. God! whoamI1? My Lola, speak tome! Tell me you love me; tell me — Lam dazed With something terrible and strange I see Even in the mouth that kissed, the lips that praised. You leer above me like a brooding fiend Waiting to leap upon a babe unweaned. — 102 — {Il Kiss me at least! We always were good friends — Kiss me for old times’ sake — Kiss me just once! I know this ends — as every sweet thing ends! B…
1909 · PDF PAGE 42
… to one wounded bleeding inwardly ? Because you are not the mistress of your soul Mighty enough to master fate and me? It cuts me to the heart to see the brine Not falling from your bad bewitching eyes, To feel you are weeping in the central shrine Whose woes the peristyle may not surprise, I want to treat you as a lover rather ; You make me lecture to you like a father! IX Write in your heart, dear maid, that Hitherto The Lord hath helped us. Give Him duly praise (As I have given Him for making you). Pray not, ask not for wealth and length of …
1909 · PDF PAGE 63
Let me away! Then is it not enough That you have won me to your wickedness? That wehavetouched the strange and sexless love Whose heart is death ? That you and I express The poison of a thousand evil flowers And drain that cup of bitterness, my Lola? That you have killed my safe and sunny hours — A Venus to seduce Savonarola! Why have you taken this most monstrous shape, Imperious malison and hate flung after? You clutch me like a gross lascivious ape, And like a gloating devil’s rings the laughter. O sweet my maid, bethink yourself awhile! Rec…
1909 · PDF PAGE 30
…rcumstance Occult or open keeps us twain apart! Lamenting through the dreary day there dance Anaemic thoughts; the bruised and bloodless heart Beats as if tired of life, as I am tired Who all these days have never seen your face, Nor touched the body that my soul desired, Nor have inhaled the perfume of the place That you make sweet —- black dogs of doubt and fear Howl at my heels while care plies whip and spur, Driving me down to the dull damned dead sphere Where is no sight or sound or scent of Her Our Lady Dian, but where hag and witch Hecat…
1909 · PDF PAGE 70
…The Initiation I am the centre tco, and stand apart. Tam the All, who made the All, in All | Who ain, being Naught. 1 am the bloodbright Heart. Wreathed with the Snake, and chaos is their pall ‘Thou art as I; this mystery is ours. These blood-bought bastards of futility Can never know us, fair and free-born flowers. So they may say — they will — of you and me: '- These poets never know green cheese from chalk: ‘This is the sort of nonsense lovers talk.” Thy
1909 · PDF PAGE 31
II Like to a country in the interdict Whose folk lack all the grace of eucharist, My heart is; all the pangs its foes inflict Are naught to this unutterable mist Of absence. Where's the daily sacrament, The glad devouring of your body and blood, Sweet soul of Christ, 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 ! Lif…
1909 · PDF PAGE 50
…dem Upon your dazzling brows; my blood I see Sucked deep into your body, curling round Like fire in every artery and vein Massed in your heart, colossal and profound. Iam mad for you to brand me with the stain Of your own vice. Our souls, a murdering crew Of itching Mullahs, wallow, dervish-drunk. Love surges at the pang! Our poisonous dew Of sweat and kisses blinds us. A mad monk Kissing fanatically the cross that had Devecured his vitals is not half as mad! ~ ‘ys
1909 · PDF PAGE 59
…radicts the curse ’ Let Being be!” Beneath the earthquake pangs of your caress, . . Since all things, even one thing, are absurd ; Whose heart burns out in one volcanic throb, — And no thing is the utmost ecstasy. Whose life is eaten up of nothingness. This is his truth, and yours, that seem to be Mere beauteous bodies gripped in epicene And sterile passion, all unchastity Kisses induct the soft and solemn tune That Israfel shail blow on Doomisday— Your silky eyes are blue as that pale moon (For ere it dies it sickens into grey) In being chaste…
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…he name is like the amorous call Of some bright-bosomed bird in bowers of blue. Tis like the great moon-crested waterfall With hammering heart. ’Tis like the rain of dew That quires to the angel stars. ’Tis like a bell Rung by an holy anchoret to summon Out of the labyrinths of heaven and hell Some grave, majestic, and deep-breasted woman To bring her naked body shining, shining With flowers of heaven or flames of Phlegethon Into his hermit cell, her love entwining Into his life with spells that murmur on Black words! For one thing be you sure …
1909 · PDF PAGE 72
I] First ; let us face the foemen, number them, Measure their arms! Who smiteth us? We wove In grove and garden many a diadem Dewy with all the purity of love. The Hermes of the orchard lets the string Slip from his finger, and the arrow speeds Striking our love beneath the flamy wing So that the héart of heaven breaks and bleeds. That poisoned shaft fed with corrupting germs Hath stricken us to earth : the wound corrodes, Breeding within us all its noisome worms, All the black larvae of the accurst abodes : — The virgin of our reed-shrill ecst…
1909 · PDF PAGE 73
…g Strike through the liver with its fiery dart, The hope — the horrid hope — whose gleaming fang Now stirs, a serpent’s, underneath your heart! For lo! not vainly we invoked the god That looseneth the girdle of a maid; Even now draws nigh the dreadful period That maketh all the mother-world afraid. With rotten fruit your belly is grown big — Thanks to the bastard god that cursed the fig? : V Your swollen neck is grown a swollen breast Gushing with poisoned milk ; your breathis caught In quick sharp gasps; you get nor sleep nor rest, The monster…
1909 · PDF PAGE 67
… your passion gleams and grows. It shakes me to the soul: by that you arestilled : You hold yourself together, like a man Stabbed to the heart, who, knowing he is killed, Lets his whole life out in his yataghan, ° And strikes one masterstroke. So now you breathe Close on my face; you strip me of defence; You sing in obscure words whose crownsenwreathe My forehead with their viewless violence, So that I lie, as at the appointed term, Awaiting the foul kisses of the worm.
1909 · PDF PAGE 26
…me. Already make the fumes their spired ascents ; The bubbles burst in tiny jets of flame, And you and J are half-intoxicated (I hid the heart of madness in my verse) Therewith, like Maenads ready to be mated Betfcre the Lord of bassara and thyrse. Yea ! we are lifted up! Crested Kithairon Shakes his black mane of pines, and roars for prey. Heave all his bristling flanks of barbéd iron! Fiesh thy red hunger on the bleeding day, O tanreéd night ! till from thy mother maw We wrench the lion child of wonder and awe! — 26 — IX This wine is sovereig…
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…hour we met (to call it meeting y 5 J ) Myself alone perceiving the keen cold Barred by the bleak ice of society ¥ P . ; ; Sword at your heart, the speechless malison From even the lover's glance, the lover's greeting. ; , That trembled on your tongue, the while it trolled The intonation that means ecstasy !) . . Its senseless clamour of necessary wit One ray of saddest gladness lit the dusk: TM ; And woke the senseless necessary laughter This — that I saw you pale and suffering, . yess . . The senseless necessary reply to it A goddess armed wi…
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…es pity and disgust in equal proportions. If even then they had only turned to the “ Great Physician! ” But no! ‘ God hardened Pharach’s heart ”. Alas! no doubt that the reference is to our blessed Lordand Master, The barren fig-tree has been no doubt a stumbling-block to many weak souls. But the fig tree has here a Vin VI. VIL 33. IX. 9. 10, AIL. 1, AIT, deeper signification in its reference to certain loathsome forms of disease, and it is a symbol of lust, See Rosenbaum’s “ Plague of Lust ” Swollen neck. — A superstition of the an- cients was…