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…his agony of enforcéd silence The sober song breaks to a phrenzied scream ; The shattering brain admits the mad god’s violence, And wild things course as in an evil dream : Devils and dancers, druid rites and dread, Horrible symbols scarred across the sky, Invisible terrors of the quick and dead, Impossible phantoms in mad revelry Conjoined in spinthriae of bestial form, Human-faced toads, and serpent-headed women, All lashed and slashed by the all-wandering storm Caricature of all things holy and human — —- Such are the discords that absolve t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 19
…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 poppy and hibiscus! crown These brows with nightshade, monkshood and vervain! Let us anoint us with the unguents brown That waft our wizard bodies to the plain…
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…Bless all the lesser glories that excite In the great gladness of our mother light! — 60 ~ XI How purely unexpected was the chance: When things looked blackest, ou asudden,thesun! Chance is another word for ignorance ; We do not know how all these things are done. But what has happened once may happen again, And” Hitherto the Lord hath helped us ”, dear: “History repeats itself” -—- which makes it plain That ’ Evermore the Lord will help us. " Fear And sorrow are folly; you must sleep o’ nights (Try reading me!) and I can promise you You will a…
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Look! Look! upon the tripod through the smoke Of slain things kindled, and fine frankincense. Look — deep beyond the phantoms these evoke Are sightless halls where spirit stifles sense. There do I open the old book of Fate Wherein They’ pictured my delight and me Flushed with the dawn of rapture laureate And leaping with the laughter of ecstacy. Mine eyes grow aged with that hieroglyph Of doom that I have sought : the fatal end. That which is written is written, even if Great Zeus himself— great Zeus! — were to befriend. Even in the spring of t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 77
…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; Love’s self springs from the shadow of the kiss; Our bliss! O, that was hardly half begun ! We fight the Fate as we have fought the foemen. The poison takes us. …
1909 · PDF PAGE 59
…, who seems to writhe and sob . . That contradicts the curse ’ Let Being be!” Beneath the earthquake pangs of your caress, . . Since all things, even one thing, are absurd ; Whose heart burns out in one volcanic throb, — And no thing is the utmost ecstasy. Whose life is eaten up of nothingness. This is his truth, and yours, that seem to be Mere beauteous bodies gripped in epicene And sterile passion, all unchastity Kisses induct the soft and solemn tune That Israfel shail blow on Doomisday— Your silky eyes are blue as that pale moon (For ere it…
1909 · PDF PAGE 55
I] Wrapped in the wool of wizardry I sit >" Mantled in mystery; the little things That I have made through weariness of wit, Stars, cells, and whorls, all wonder in their wings! These Gods and men, these laws, these hieroglyphs And sigils of my fancy seem to spire In worship up mine everlasting cliffs I built between my will and my desire. They reach me not ; I made a monstrous crowd, Innumerable monuments of thought, But none is equal; this high head is bowed In vain to the wise God it would have wrought, Had not — Who sitteth on the Holy Thro…
1909 · PDF PAGE 16
…we see Our certain joy marred with a doubly certain Soul-shattering anguish. — Bah! To you and me Such loathing, 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.
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…he Sphinx With lion’s claws, bull’s breast, and eagle’s wings ! You are my riddle, and the answer sinks Below the deep essential base of things, Rises above the utmost brim of thought And bubbles over as impatient song. Yet ‘ We are one ” is all, and allis naught; And this one “ one”, and “all”, and “naught " The whole content of our imagining, [shall throng The great arcanum in the adytum hid From men, and though we carve or kiss or sing, The Sphinx is dumb, and blind the Pyramid. ~~ Now our affairs are ordered perfectly. Give me your mouth, y…
1909 · PDF PAGE 42
…ave received, Amen! And then if Jordan overflows his banks, Our vines increase, and one seed turns to ten, Keep on thanksgiving! Even if things go wrong, Howls are less pleasant to the ear than song.
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… XI To-morrow is the day when Christ our Lord Were you a shop-girl and myself a clerk, Rose from the dead; therefore, the shopsare shut. Things might be better — we could surely meet Men may get drunk, or syphilized, or bored, With due umbrellas in the dripping Park Robbed, murdered, or regenerated — but ! And decorously spoon upona seat. But they 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 — …
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…m. — The Hindu God(') — the male organ of generation. Yoni — Its feminine equivalent. That the poor Hindus should worship these shameful things! And we? Qh how poor and inade- quate is all our missionary effort! Let us send out more, and yet more, to our perishing brothers! Pheedra was repulsed by her son Hippolytus; Semiramis receved the willing embraces of her son Ninus. XI. 1. Io, AIT. 6, XV, Io. L 8, V. 1-6, LX, 3. Only Nothing is. — Thereis much metaphy- sical nonsense culled from German Atheistic philosophy, in these poems. A wicked philo…