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VI Sweet, O my sweet, if all the heavenly portion Of nectar were in one blue ocean poured Their fine quintessence were a vile abortion Bitter and flat, foul, stagnant and abhorred Should one compare it with the tiniest tithe Of one soft glance your eyes on me might shed, One gesture of your body limber aiid lithe, One smile — the sudden white, the abiding red! Then — should one slander you in idiot verse By speaking of the subtle seven-fold sweetness Your lips can answer me, all fate to amerce In one mad kiss in all its mad completeness? O Gods…
1909 · PDF PAGE 52
…uch 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 shrin…
1909 · PDF PAGE 66
…lutted 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 ! let me rise! — I cannot bear the hunger in your eyes. — 106— VII You are …
1909 · PDF PAGE 63
…pe, 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 -°
1909 · PDF PAGE 30
…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 77
…ss, This ocean of content, wherein we dive And play like dolphins, for the horrid hiss Of blow-flies ? Nay, they never were alive! O the sweet sleep that fastens on these brows! O the enchauntment of this dreamy god, My mystic sister, my mellific spouse, That 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 ni…
1909 · PDF PAGE 31
…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 ! Lift up your curse — leave me not without hope! IT] My soul is like the savage upland plains Of utmost wretchedn…
1909 · PDF PAGE 44
…ery easy Thou must make a living ! We would be like Thee! if we had the power We would fill all folk with supernal blisses, Breed life's sweet briar to the tull June flower And on their praises feed our proper kisses. For as you said '’ However kind the gods are, We could be kinder yet I think the odds are ”.
1909 · PDF PAGE 73
… and spring In your own image, subtly glorified. White swan you were! not Zeus but Cerberus Hath ravished you; you brood on harpy eggs — Sweet sister! is the wine too sour for us? Wehave drunk deep — nay! nay! but to the dregs! And ail their bitterness is braver brew Than the dull syrup of the pious crew.
1909 · PDF PAGE 42
Vili Why did you play with such ungracious folly ? Because our passion is too bitter-sweet? Because the acute and maddening melancholy Is stronger than the rapture 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 rath…
1909 · PDF PAGE 68
…s howl among the holy courts; Your monster brood of devils in my brains T.aughs; oh! they feast on my decaying blood; They gnaw the last sweet morsel from my bones. — As on the parched-up earth there flames the flood Of the monsoon, black dust and barren stones [.eap into green, so I whose epitaph Your passion writes, awake to live — to laugh! — 10 — Al Even to the end of all must I resist. New deaths, new births, each minute 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! M…
1909 · PDF PAGE 32
…e 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=
1909 · PDF PAGE 64
…— 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 one swift razor-stroke — cut low! — and I Would pass the portal happily and blindly, Yes! I would like to think the fountain sprang Straight from my throat and slaked your aching thirst, Shot to your hot red heart one red hot pang, Then left you cool and smil…