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1909 · PDF PAGE 61

Clouds Without Water

…e Even as you know me with the mystic eyes Hungrily, hungrily a-gazing at you, Afeast upon our strange sad ecstasies. Make me the aching mouth parched-up with blisses The lips curled back, the breath desiring you, The whole face fragrant with your full free kisses, The soul thereof exhaling scented dew Born in the utmost world where we in truth Abide like Bacchus with a Bassarid Drunk with our art, love, beauty, force and youth ; But place that head upon a pyramid Of snaky lightnings, lest — but that shall be Alwaysa secret between you and mie.…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 50

Clouds Without Water

… From the proud lovely wife; you love me more That in my arms a prostitute you lay, And to your troth-plight lover played the whore When mouth to mouth we clung, and breath for breath Exchanged the royal accolade of death, I love you for your cruelty to them; Y love you for your cruelty to me; I see their blood glittering a diadem 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…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 46

Clouds Without Water

…d know it centred in the dim dead I Loosed by the pang — even thus you know it is, Even thus, when I invoke your harsh caress, Put up my mouth to your immortal kiss, Confess you for my lady and murderess — In mine own life-blood I exult to float Even as your white fangs fasten in my throat.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 29

Clouds Without Water

…ve 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 maiden o’ mine! III The Hermit

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1909 · PDF PAGE 19

Clouds Without Water

…ple wine, Staining our feet with hot and amorous stain, The foam involving all the sensual shrine Of love whose godhead dwells upon your mouth Wherein the kisses clustering overflow With brimming ardour of the new sin’s growth Till round us all the poisonous blossoms blow, And all the cruel things and hideous forms Of night awake and revel in our revel, While in us rage the devastating storms Whose dam is Luxury and their sire the devil... It is well seen, however things intend, The Gods have given for this — no happy end. XI Crown me with popp…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 17

Clouds Without Water

…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 Keener than life’s, more dolorous t…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 72

Clouds Without Water

…own of Venus on your itching brow, The coppery flush, the leprous scurf of grey? The god that rots the Ifving flesh of man Fills up your mouth — one ulcer — with his groans And all our blessings choke and turn to ban The beast that gnaws the marrow of our bones. Caught in corrupt caresses of disease, Shali we dispute 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 33

Clouds Without Water

… tingle with the touch of me as I Wrap you about with the ensorcelled mesh Of my fine body of fire: oh! you shall feel My kisses on your mouth like living coals, And piercing like an arrow of barbéd stecl The arcane caress that shall unite our souls. Till, when I see you next, I shall have doubt Whether your pallor be from love distressed Or from the exhaustion of the age-long bout Of love you had of me upon your breast Held hard all night, with mouths that never ceased To engorge love's single sacramental] feast.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 25

Clouds Without Water

…ss? 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 of Eternity, While on our brows the starry clusters curl Li…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 68

Clouds Without Water

…bolling oyer. I can go on for ever, an you list — Now, now! O no! I will not. O my lover! Spare me! Enough! Take pity! Mutely moans Your mouth in little sobs and calls and cries And catches of the breath, whose bliss atones In once for all the long-drawn agonies. Now that the pain swings over into pleasure, Now that the union which is death is done, The wine of bliss roils out in brimming measure. The moon is dead — all glory to the Sun! Now, now! Oh no! Oh no! I penetrate — I pierce. Enough. God! God! how Thou art great! —- TIE —

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1909 · PDF PAGE 66

Clouds Without Water

VI Am I not beautiful? Your lithe mouth twitches As if already you were glutted on This fair firm flesh that fears you and yet itches —- You know it — for some master malison. Perhaps you mean to let me go? Ah sweet ! How seven times sweet if you will let me go — Oh! Oh! I want to worship at your feet. Why do you stab me with a smiling ‘‘ No”? Say ‘‘ no” at least — to see you sitting there So dumb is madness — why then, let me go! I will —- and you sit quiet — did you dare? To everything the answer still is ‘ No! ” You coward! Coward! Coward ! …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 64

Clouds Without Water

…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 angry! Ere you pounce, Forgive me! You could make me glad to die, I think, if you would only kill me kindly. Just on…

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