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…ys assuage A gathering gladness at the thought of sleep. Never in all the archives, scroll on scroll, Reaching from aeons wrote they “ Women weep, Men hate, the children suffer.” In the place Where men most walked a table of fine brass Was set on marble, with an iron style That all might carve within that golden space If one grief came—and still the people pass, And since the city first began None wrote one word thereon till one—a man Witty in spite of happiness—wrote there : “ I grieve because the tablet is so fair And still stands bare, There…
1905 · PDF PAGE 114
…m Him glancing, Lord Shiva went and came. The dancing of His feet was heard And was the final word. He danced the measure golden On dead men . . . His Saints and Rishis olden, The yogins that . . . He trampled them to dust and they Were sparks and no more clay. The dust thrown up around Him In cycles whirled and twined, Dim sparks that fled and found Him Like mist beyond the mind. The universe was peopled then With little gods, and men. In that ecstatic whirling He saw not nor . . . I09
1905 · PDF PAGE 155
I50 ST PATRICK’S DAY They slew our women : let us then At least annihilate their men ! Lest the ill race from faithless graves Arise again to make us slaves. Arise, O God, and stand, and smite For Ireland’s wrong, for Ireland’s right ! Our Lady, stay the pitying tear ! There is no room for pity here ! What pity knew the Saxon e’er ? Arise, O God, and slay nor spare, Until full vengeance rightly wrought Bring all their house of wrong to nought ! Scorn, the catastrophe of crime, These be their monuments through time ! And Ireland, green once more…
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I4 A WELCOME TO JABEZ We pray a level-headed set Of fellow men, who know thee, In some small measure grateful yet, May pay thee what is owed thee. The joys of single blessedness, And undisturbed seclusion, We envy for thee, we confess, Until thy final fusion.
1905 · PDF PAGE 186
…he entire volume free from morbidity ; and yet it is impossible to deny that Mr Crowley has a claim to re-cognition as a true poet. Most men who have thought deeply on life’s problems recognize that the current religion of nearly all their fellow men is an idle mockery. The relations of men and women, as well as the constitution of states and families, are based largely on organised lies. We cannot shrink form looking behind the veil, and asking ourselves—What is life at best? Is it materialism and obscenity ? or is it a sickening comedy in whi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 170
…ion, a mockery mute of the world. As it spread over sky I mapped it fair on a sheet of blue air with a hurricane pen. I copy it here for men. First on the ghostly adytum of pale mist that was the abyss of time and space (the stars all blotted out, poor faded nenuphars on the storm-sea of the infinite :) I wist a shapeless figure arise and cover all, its cloak an ancient pall, vaster and older than the skies of night, and blacker than all broken years—aye ! but it grew and held me in its grasp so that I felt its flesh, not clean sweet flesh of m…
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…en (at the age of fifteen, and still unsurpassed) in bed with measles at Tonbridge in Kent. FLOATING in the summer air, What is that for men to see ? Anywhere and everywhere, Now a bullet, now a tree— Till we all begin to swear : What the devil can it be ? See its disproportioned head, Tiny trunk and limbs lopped bare, Hydrocephalus the dread With a surgeon chopping there ; Chopping legs and arms all red With the sticky lumps of hair. Like a man in this complaint Floats this creature in the sky, Till the gaping rustics faint And the smirking mi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 88
…me, Apollo ! Let thy fierce fingers sweep the lyre forgotten ! Recall the ancient glory of thy chanted Music that thrilled the hearts of men, and haunted Life to adore thee ! Cleanse thou our market-places misbegotten ! Fire in my heart and music to my pæan Lend, that my song bow, past the empyrean, Phœbus, before thee ! 83
1905 · PDF PAGE 151
…f hue delightful and of odour sweet So are his words who speaketh well, fruitful, by action made complete. As from a heap of flowers can men make many garlands, so, once born, A man a-many noble deeds by doing may his life adorn. Travels the scent of flowers against the wind ? Not Sandal, Taggara, nor Jasmine scent ! But the odour of the good doth so, the good pervadeth unto every element. When Sandal, Lotus, Taggara and Vassiki their odour rare Shed forth, their fragrant excellence is verily beyond compare.
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THE BLOOD-LOTUS 4I They murder with the old perfume that maddens all men’s blood ; we die Fresh from some corpse-clothed memory, some secret redolence of gloom, Some darkling murmurous song of lust quite strange to man and beast and bird, Silent in power, not overheard by any snake that eats the dust. No crimson-hooded viper knows ; no silver-crested asp has guessed The strange soft secrets of my breast ; no leprous cobra shall disclose The many-seated, multiform, divine, essential joys that these Dank odours bring, that starry seas wash white …
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…ittee of the London County Council. I WILL not bring abuse to point my pen, Nor a sarcastic tongue. Think only what you might be, before men, If you were young. What fierce temptations might not lovers bring In London’s wicked city ? Perhaps you might yourself have one wee fling, If you were pretty. What might not hard starvation drive you to, With Death so near and sure ? Perhaps it might drive even virtuous you, If you were poor. But is it just, or grateful to the One That keeps even you from wrong ? Or even humble to shriek, “ Get you gone, …
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…y self restraint, by suffering long, Let the wise man an island build against the fatal current strong. Fools follow after vanity, those men of evil wisdom’s sect ; But the wise man doth earnestness, a precious talisman, protect.
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…, the twain that wound bids weep ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Staff of the exiled, the inventor’s spark, Confessor of hanged men and plotters dark ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Adopted sire of whom black wrath and power Of God the Father chased from Eden Bower ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! FEMMES DAMNÉES. Like pensive cattle couched upon the sand They turn their eyes to ocean’s distant ring ; Feet seek each other, hand desires hand, With langour sweet and bitter shuddering.
1905 · PDF PAGE 185
…, though they may, perhaps, ‘ prove nothing,’ and puzzle the mere utilitarian. ‘ A Sonnet of Blasphemy ’ may be given as an average specimen of our poet’s verse and sentiments:— ‘ Exalted over earth, from hell arisen, There sits a woman, ruddy with the flame Of men’s blood spilt, and her uncleanly shame, And the thrice-venemous vomit of her prison. She sits as one long dead ; infernal calm, Chill hatred, wrap her in their disdainly cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any …
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…vain ! so cold, so watery, so slack it flows, It leaves me moveless as a rose, albeit her flakes are manifold. He hath no scent to drive men mad ; no mystic fragrance from his skin Sheds a loose hint of subtle sin such as the queen Faustina had. Thou drawest me. Thy golden lips are carven Cleopatra wise. Large, full, and moist, within them lies the silver rampart, whence there slips That rosy flame of love, the spring of blood at my light bidding spilt ; And thy desires, if aught thou wilt, are softer at my suffering. Fill up with Death Life’s …
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…d. III Jesus ! recall Gethsemane afresh, Where thy simplicity his pity sought Who in his heaven heard, and mocked for nought, Coarse hangmen pierce with nails thy living flesh. IV When on thy godhead spat the virulence Of scum of soldiery and kitchen-knaves ; When thou didst feel the thorns pierce bloody graves Within thy brain where Manhood burnt intense ; V When thy bruised broken body’s horrid weight Racked thy stretched arms, that sweat and blood enow Coursed down the marble paleness of thy brow, Lift up on high, a butt for all men’s hate :…
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…cords that are not ; witch me chanted Spells never heard nor open to the ear, Woven of silence, moulded in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternity’s Tremendous gate ; beyond the immanent miracle. O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermit’s hood I grow the thing I contemplate—tha…
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…ce abideth ; Her strength is the strength of rest ; Not on thunders or clouds She rideth But draweth me down to Her breast : No maker of men, but dissolving Their life from its burden of ills, Ever resolving the circle revolving To peace of the hills. And dark is Her breast and unlighted ; But a warm sweet scent is expressed, And a rose as of sunset excited In the strength of Her sunless breast. Her love is like pain, but enchanted : Her kiss is an opiate breath Amorously panted : her fervours last granted Are sorrow, and death.
1905 · PDF PAGE 58
… torch-light call thy name, In the dumb hollow of old pagan fanes, To succour feverish shriekings of fierce flame, O Bacchus, soother of men’s ancient pains. Others, whose throat is thirsty for breast-blood, To hide a whip ’neath flowing robes are fain, Mingling in lonely night and darksome wood The foam of pleasure and the tears of pain. O virgins, demons, monsters, O martyrs ! Great souls contemptuous of reality ! Seekers for the Infinite, satyrs, worshippers, Now mad with cries, now torn with agony ! You whom my soul has followed to your hel…
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I28 ANIMA LUNAE In shapes not seen of men, abiding ever Above the lonely river Aloft : no more I saw than this, The shadowy bending to the first sweet kiss That surely could not end, though earth should end. Therefore my shut eyes blend With sleep’s own secret eyes and eyelashes, Long and deep ecstasies, Knowing as now I know—at last—how this Foreshadows my own bliss Of falling into death when life is tired. For all things desired Not one as death is so desirable, Seeing all sorrows pass, all joys endure, All lessons last. Not heaven and not he…