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VIII You love me! trite and idle word to darken (With all its glow) the splendour of our sun! No soul of heaven or hell may hearken The unbearable device that we have done. Nor may Justine nor Borgia understand Nor Messalina nor Maria guess The infernal chorus swelling darkly grand That echoed us our everlasting ’ Yes! ’ Nor shall the Gods perceive to damn or praise The deed that shakes their essence into dust, Disrupts their dreams, divides their dreary days. Supreme, abominable, rides our lust Armed in the panoply of brazen youth And strength…
1909 · PDF PAGE 20
…nst the world. — In ASIII There needs not ask the obscure oracle Whereto these dire imaginations tend. We read this sigil in the dust of Hell: ” The Gods have given for this no happy end. What end should we desire, who grasp the gain We have despoiled from everlasting time, Who gather sunshine from the iciest rain And turn the dullest prose to rhythm and rime? Think you we cannot warm our hands and laugh Fven at the fire that scatheth adamant? Think you we shall not knead the utmost chaff Into a bread worth Heaven's high sacrament And from the …
1909 · PDF PAGE 15
…Take joy in suffering for the sake of sinning. Ay! from your lips I pluck the purple seed Of that pomegranate sleek Persephone Tasted in hell; the irrevocable deed I do, and it is done. Naught else could be For us, the chosen of so severe a god To act so high a tragedy, the elect To suffer so, and so rejoice, the rod And scourge ofourown shame, thegilt and decked Oxen that go to our own sacrifice At our own consecrated shrine of vice. Il Over the desert ocean of distress Wereach pale eager hands that quiver and bleed With life of these our hear…
1909 · PDF PAGE 4
…us who —thanks be to God for His un- speakable mercy ! — are washed in the blood of the Lamb and freed from the chains of death — and of hell. Surely this terrible history is a true Sign of the Times. We walk in the last days, and all the
1909 · PDF PAGE 27
… Lola! echoes back, Till Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! reels The world in a dance of woven white and black Shimmering with clear gold greys as hell resounds With Lola! Lola! Lola! and heaven responds With Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! — swounds All light to clustered dazzling diamonds, And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! rings Ever and again on these inchaunted ears, And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! swings My soul across to those inchaunted spheres Where Lola is God and priest and wafer and wine — O Lola! Lola! mystic maiden o' mine!
1909 · PDF PAGE 17
…, 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 mouth curving In kisses that bring blood, shall I be alone? What of the accomplice of these deeds unswerving? Will not your dead hot hisses match mine own? As here your ardours brand me bone and marrow Biting like fire and poison in my veins, Shall you not there still ply your nameless harrow, Mingle a cup from those our common pains To intoxicate us with an extreme pleasure…
1909 · PDF PAGE 24
… 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 the same My wine is as the music of your name! Marden. Believe me, mystic maiden 0’ mine, That title shall assure the throne of heaven To you — the more …
1909 · PDF PAGE 16
…g, such despair are little things. We are afloat on the flood-tide of lust — A lust more spiritual than life, that stings Till death and hell dissolve i’ the aftergust. So? But the Gods avert their faces, bend Their holy brows, and see — no-happy end.
1909 · PDF PAGE 49
… 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 awake in hell ; Or being but mortal, or nearly mortal, yield Exhausted spirit to the clamant flesh: The book of common love should be unsealed, And we be caught within the common mesh That catches common folk. O God ! bite hard! Smite down rebellious flesh with hideous pain ! Bite hard ! Smite hard! By bruises scarred and marred Love this exultant face! Again! Again! O Lola ! Lola! Lola! Kiss me, Kiss! Nay — nay ! Kiss…
1909 · PDF PAGE 69
XII Then closer, closer. No! — then stop — think well What is this wonder we awake. Now think We are cast down to the abyss of hell Or tremble upon heaven’s dizzy brink — Which? All’s the same. Go on. No — what is this? Why dally? To the hilt! Ah mine, ah mine! Kiss me — I cannot kiss you — kiss me! Kiss! Oh! God! Oh God! Forgive me; I am thine. -— Horses and chariots that champ and clang! The roar of blazing cressets that environ The form that fuses in the perfect pang. A blast of air thorough the molten iron— One scream of light. Creating sil…
1909 · PDF PAGE 74
…ar 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 pangs immense Are better than eupeptic innocence.
1909 · PDF PAGE 75
…shadowy groves, to haunt The dark delight of our own element ; Or — could we send a messenger — to tell Our brothers of the happiness of Hell! — 125 — 5
1909 · PDF PAGE 67
…my will, my adamantine will? Curse God and die? I can nor die nor curse. Ah, but I can. The agony extends — Iam wrapt up all in an equal hell. There is a point at which emotion ends. Tam come through to peace, though pain yet swell Its paean in my every vein and nerve. Try me, o God, convulse me to the marrow ! I am its element ; I shall not swerve. Lam Apollo too; I loose one arrow Swift enough, straight enough to conquer you. O Sphinx! Gaze on! I can be silent too. IX Now then the pressure and the pain increase, And ever nearer grows the exul…
1909 · PDF PAGE 48
…cape the enervating heat of noon : We hear Astarte for Adonis mourning, And close our lover’s calendar at June. Ah, Lola! but we suffer. Hell's own worm Aches less than this, and hath an earlier term.
1909 · PDF PAGE 65
…ng like death between me and the sun, A sphinx with eyes of jade and jaws of steel? Let me rise up to kneel to you and pray! I hate this hell of agony supine. You killed her yesterday ; kill me to-day; Let me not hang like Christ ! Now snap my spine: Surely you know the trick — when from your lips I see a thin chill stream of stark black blood Trickling, the stream ofhate that glows and grips My lesser life within its sickening flood. Be pitiful, and end your cruelty ! Suck out the life of me, that I may die! an { O.f —— V O brooding vampire, w…
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…m have dot.c Truth, that you wept in secret over me. ; . Worse than this sickening fog of solitude? Your silence was the dumb despair of hell; gees os Who can do worse than take away the sun? Who read it right read love. Strange cruelty, 4 ; They better had take care, I think. One da That who would die for you, sweet murderess, y * . ; . We shall go mad, and take ourseives away. Should find his comfort in your bitterness! 6 , _ 9g — — 39=