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…es 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 ! Lift up your curse — leave me not without hope! IT] My soul is like the savage upland plains Of utmost wretchedness in…
1909 · PDF PAGE 21
…bscure we shall not skry. We know " no happy end! — but we endure, Abiding as the Pole Star in the sky. You mix your life in mine — then soul in soul We shoot forth, meteors, travelling on and on Far beyond Space to some dark-glimmering goal Where never a sun or star hath risen or shone ; Where we shall be the evil light beyond time, Beyond space, beyond thought, supreme in deathless pang : Nor shall a sound tnvade that hall of crime, Only the champing of the insatiate fang Of the undying worm our love, fast wed Unto — no happy end, Behold! I h…
1909 · PDF PAGE 56
…e them mast ; Break wind, and cali upon the Holy Ghost. ~ Yet I abide; for who is Pan is all. He hath no refuge in deceitful death. What soul is immanent may never fall; What soul is Breath can never fail of breath. The pity and the terror and the yearning Of this my silence and my solitude Are broken by the blazing and the burning Of this dread majesty, this million-hued Brilliance that coruscates its jetted fire Into the infinite aether; this austere And noble countenance set fast in dire And royal wrath, this awful face of fear Before whose …
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A TERZAIN King of myself, I labour to espouse An equal soul. Alas ! how frail I find The golden light within the gilded house. Helpless and passionate, and weak of mind ! Lechers and lepers ! — all as ivy cling, Emasculate the healthy bole they haunt. Eternity is pregnant ; I shall sing Now— by my power — a spirit grave and gaunt Brilliant and selfish, hard and hot, to flaunt Reared like a flame across the lampless west, Until by love or laughter we enchaunt, Compel ye to Kithairon’s thorny crest — Evoe! Iacche ! consummatum est. — XxI —
1909 · PDF PAGE 30
… 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 bestrides her broom ~~ the bestial bitch!
1909 · PDF PAGE 52
… 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 shrine, With our reverberate glory rayed about! Abide within — with me!…
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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…
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…ered 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 47
… Ah, devil! devil! when you grip me and glare Into mine eyes, and answer all the prayer! Il A virgin with the lusts of Messaline, A goat-soul in the body of a saint, You writhe on me with cruel and epicene Phrenzy and agony of acute restraint. You ache — you burn — you dizzy me with blows — You call me coward and eunuch, who say No. Volcanic child ! upon your masking snows I will not raise my rod, that forth may flow Torrents of blazing lava, that shall hiss And roar, and ruin all the glad green world. I like the attack of your seducing kiss, T…
1909 · PDF PAGE 59
…ager violence And sexless mouthings, that repugnant roll oe Aborts the gods of cosmic permanence. Their bestial billows on the snow-pure soul. a 43 a
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…. But in the dark and splendid dens of death Arose an echo of that jewelled song : There swept a savour of polluted breath From the lost souls, the unsubstantial throng That tasted once a shadow of our glory And turn them in the evil house to adore The godhead of our sin, the tragic story We have set ourselves to write, the sombre score Our daggers carve with poesy sublime Upon the roof tree of despair and crime! As we read Love and Death in either’s eyes, We see the cool mild splendour of the dawn Damned by some tragic throw of murderous dice …
1909 · PDF PAGE 57
…the manner of our countenance? I saw you seated, as a great lost God With blasphemy exulting in your glance And horror at your lips ; my soul was shod With glory, and 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 61
…ing 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. —_ y i Or, an you will, evoke me as the Sphinx With lion’s claws, bull’s breast, and eagle’s wings ! You are my riddle, and the answ…
1909 · PDF PAGE 73
…dy’s curse Is bitter, but he hath not won the whole. There’s more than life in this brave universe. Death cannot touch the secret of the soul! Nor shall we shrink, although this further pang 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 bas…
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… when we meet? Because you weep beyond your own control Like 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 …
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…a dream Or little more, a vision from the Maid~ That rules by Phlegethon's sepulchral streain. Nay ! it is more: by magic art compel (My soul!) my maiden’s body to appear Visible, tangible, enjoyable Even to the senses of the amorous seer, Whose demon ministers through the gulphs and glooms Convey his mistress 6n their meteor plumes. VIL? More, I will visit you, forlorn who lie Crying for lack of me; your very flesh Shall 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 kis…
1909 · PDF PAGE 67
…r grows the exulting rose Your face; and like a Malay with his kriss ° That runs amok 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 …
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…w — Exhausted, but a maiden (Lesbia raving : " Catullus brings a song and not a sparrow "’) Famished with love, fed full with love, your soul Still on the threshold of the unenvied goal, - 70 on The goal of love is gotten not of these White-blooded fools that haste and marry and tire. They grasp and break their bubble ecstasies; We know desire the secret of desire. We have the wisdom of the saints of old Who know that what divinely is begun Glows from dawn's grey to noon’s deliberate gold Darkens to crimson — and day's race is run. For us the g…
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…larity 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 at the glimmering goal For me the sofa and Verlaine or Zola, Whither you had outrun me! Weep, I say, ; ; ws Teep! It is better. Th r hrism — Till Christ’s affair is over, and the town Weep! It is better. Thus one earns a chrism . . Who ever gained one…
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Where is now that spotted soul ? There is but one appalling answer to the question. In the “* place prepared for the devil and his angels ” ; for “ he that believeth not is condemned already”, Not even in that modern evasion, the plea of insanity, can we find any hope. Nothing is clea- rer than that these wretched victims of Satan were in full possession of their faculties to the last moment. Surely the maniacal violence of their unhall- owed lust and hate is no ground for pity but for reprobation. When our blessed Lord was on earth He made no …