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1909 · PDF PAGE 27

Clouds Without Water

…nd Kithairon and his topmost pine? Why, even now I am drunk who scribble amiss These lines, not thinking — save of your last kiss! XI So Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! peals, And Lola! Lola! 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! L…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 29

Clouds Without Water

AIV Alas! the appointed term is sternly set Inviolable to this our colloquy. For though you be afar, my Lola, yet You have been with me, whispering to me. I bow my head to write, and on the nape O’ th’ neck I feel your lips. I raise my head To dream — your mouth achievesitsluscious rape — I fall back — you are on me — I am dead. Could it be better? For I surely know That you will follow me adown the deep When I lay pen and paper by, and go Into the ardent avenues of sleep : — There also we will drink the appeasing wine, Lola, my Lola, mystic ma…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 78

Clouds Without Water

XIV Farewell! O passionate world of changeful hours! Come, Lola, let us sleep ! Elysian groves Await us and the beatific bowers Where Love is ours at last — as we were Love's. Come, with our mouths still kissing, with our limbs Still twined, relax the ecstasy ! pass by To the abyss of night where no star swims ! On to the end beyond 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 close…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 52

Clouds Without Water

…— —- Such are the discords that absolve the strain As this wild threnody dissolves the brain. XIII Forgive me, o my holy and happy maid, Lola, sweet Lola, for the imagination Of all things monstrous that your soul dismayed Reads on the palimpsest of my elation. Simple and sweet and chaste our love is ever, And these its wild and mystic characters That rage and storm in impotent endeavour To unveil our glory to our worshippers. Lola, dear Lola, mystic maiden o’ mine, Let us not mingle with the ribald rout That throng our temple. Close, Palladian…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 71

Clouds Without Water

Lola! now look me straight between the eyes. Our fate is come upon us. Tell me now Love still shall arbitrate our destinies, And joy inform the swart Plutonic brow. Behold ! the doom foreseen, the doom embraced, Fastens its fang; the gods of death and birth Make friends to slay us, Pilate interlaced With Herod in obscene and murderous mirth. Lola! come close! confront them! Let us read The book once sealed, now open to our gaze! -Avenge our love and vindicate our breed With courage to the ending of the days. Since fall we must, 0 arm ourselves …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 49

Clouds Without Water

…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 not! I cannot bear the bliss.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 37

Clouds Without Water

AIV Now then the fickle song hath changed and shifted Round from the dirge to the primordial paean. Lola! my Lola! let our voices lifted Proclaim to all the Masters of the Aeon : We love each other! let them meditate Awhile on that glad cry, and you will see How they consult, and smile, and hint to fate That none can mar so holy a destiny. We love each other! loud and glad ; let heaven zind all the gods be deafened! Sing, O sing! We love each other! through the storm-cloud riven Let the wild anthem of our triumph ring! Hark! the glad chorus as …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 25

Clouds Without Water

…ll fate to amerce In one mad kiss in all its mad completeness? O Gods and Muses ! give me grace for this To match my wine for sweet with Lola’s kiss. VII AMfine. ’Tis impossible, but so it is. My mouth is Lola’s and my Lola’s mine When 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 …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 77

Clouds Without Water

…t 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, how the stillness grows ! How drowsy is the world, that folds her wings Over us, folding like a sunset rose Her crimson raptures to the night of things ! How all the voices and the visions fail As we pass through into the silent hall Beyond the vapours and beyond the veil, Beyond the Nothing as beyond the Ail! Ah! then, our voice must also fail in this ; Our symbols are but shadows in the sun;…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 35

Clouds Without Water

…y must not get letters, be amused, This is the penalty one pays for rank Or do a thing they want to do till Monday; And fortune ! Ah, my Lola, I am dying Whence comes the universally-diffused And mad — or would God play me such a prank And steady popularity of Sunday. As to dictate such verse while you are crying? And yet I grumble ! avy other day Let me too weep, weep on! weep out my soul, I might receive a message from my Lola : Weep till the world of sense was wept away ” The siege is raised. Meet me as usual!’ Nay! And, dead, I reached you …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 63

Clouds Without Water

…nd 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! Recall the glad kiss and the gentle smile! —~ IOI -°

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1909 · PDF PAGE 76

Clouds Without Water

…souls afresh, Anointing us with subtle drugs and suave, Vit for the grave, for love beyond the grave! -—— 126 — Xl Yor the last time, my Lola! Still the name Fills me with music, echoing afar Faint, like the rapture of some ghostly flame Rejoicing in some lone secreted star Beyond the visible heaven. Come to me! Come closer ! Is not this as close as death? Are we not one to all eternity Jewelled with joy? Mix me your subtle breath Into the words well-known and never worn, Into the kiss well-kissed and never tired, Into the love well-loved and n…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 31

Clouds Without Water

…ht 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 ! Lift up your curse — leave me not without hope! IT] My soul is like the savage upland plains Of utmost wretchedness in Tartary. No streng…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 24

Clouds Without Water

IV Lola. The 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…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 72

Clouds Without Water

…spute us with his fervour, fain To woo with sores your turbid arteries And kiss black ulcers in your spotted brain? We married close, my Lola, with a kiss ; -—— Now for the lifelong lover, Syphilis!

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1909 · PDF PAGE 44

Clouds Without Water

…brium without support, Strange rapture without sense, and void of mind Strange ecstasies that mock the name of thought. Sooner or later, Lola ! Circumstance Bows before those who never miss a chance. -- hy —- XIII This is enough to make a donkey laugh! I talk like a Dutch uncle; and you listen Like a man reading his own epitaph. But, really! Truly ! How our glad eyes glisten ! How our hearts romp ! Whatever we may say, Have never adoubt, Lord, that it’s all thanksgiving! If Thou dost thus for people every day, How very easy Thou must make a liv…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 51

Clouds Without Water

… blood-tainted kisses That betrays virgins to the deathless worm. Whose fume arises from the accursed sod Are we not glad thereof? Kiss, Lola, kiss, Where we lie burning an] blaspheming God. Comrade of mine in the uttermost abyss! —- 76 —-

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1909 · PDF PAGE 48

Clouds Without Water

…dawn suborning, We escape 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.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 64

Clouds Without Water

…y 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! But — say you are not ang…

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