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…PITY—” —FORD. BLOW on the flame ! The charcoal’s vaporous fume Shall hide our shame ! Come, love, within the gloom ! For one last night, sweet sister, be the same ; Come, nestle with me in sweet Death’s hot womb ! Two sunny eyes ! And this is all my ruin ! Two gleaming thighs ! And all to my undoing ! Far-swelling curves in ivory rapture rise Warm and too white—bethink you of the wooing ! A kiss of fire ; A touch of passionate yearning Steals higher and higher— And kisses are returning ! The strong white grasp draws me still nigher and nigher, …
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VENUS 89 Thou art all too far for my kiss : thou art hidden past my prayer. Thy wing too wide, and the bliss too sweet for me to share. Thou art Nature and God ! I am broken in the wheelings of thy car ; Thy love-song unheard or unspoken, and I cannot see thy star. Thou art not cold, but bitter is thy burning cry to me. My tiny heart were fitter for a mortal than for thee. But I cast away the mortal, and I choose the tortured way, And I stand before thy portal, and my face is cold and grey. Thou lovest me with a love more terrible than death ; …
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…ve Never the thought ; thine own misdeeds, omissions,—these alone observe. Like to a lovely flower of hue bright, that hath yet no odour sweet So are his words who speaketh well, fruitless, by action incomplete. Like to a lovely flower of 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 sc…
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…. N C . . . T And since some fall in Life’s tremendous storm, And you are on your feet, Were it not better with a bosom warm And accents sweet To help to raise (and no man will upbraid you) Your sisters fallen far ? ’ Tis vain ! God’s worst omission—Heart—has made you The thing you are !
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…s There was some horror grown to it for kin ; Some final leprous growth that took my brain, Weaving a labyrinth of dullest pain From the sweet scarlet threat I thought was sin. I cannot sin ! Alas, one sin were sweet ! But sin is living—and we cannot meet ! So long ago, so miserably long ! I was a maiden—oh how rich and rare Seemed the soft sunshine woven in my hair ! How keen the music of my body’s song ! How white the blossom of my body’s light ! How red the lips, how languorous the eyes, How made for pleasure, for the sleepy sighs Softer tha…
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…eat, drink, sleep ! God shall smile complaisantly. Seed of Cain, in the muck-heap Crawl and miserably die ! Seed of Abel, thine oblation Sweet to Seraphim doth smell : Seed of Cain, shall thy damnation Ever find the bounds of Hell ? Race of Abel, see thy seed And thy cattle flourish more ! Race of Cain, for hunger’s need, Like a dog thy bowels roar. Seed of Abel, warm thy paunch At thy patriarchal hall ! Seed of Cain, on shivering haunch Squat in cave, despised jackal ! 49
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24 IN A LESBIAN MEADOW Delicate lips and chaste, Sweetness divine to taste While the sun glows ; There in the dusk to dwell By the sweet water-well In the wood’s deepest dell Where—my love knows. III Skies are grown redder far ; Tempest draws nigher ; Dark lowers a single star ; Mars, like the fire ! Fiercer our lips engage ; Limbs, eyes, ears gather rage ; Sharp grows desire. Hear thy short bitter cries ? Pity thine agonies ? Loose, though love tire ? Nay, neither hear nor spare ; Frenzy shall mock at prayer ; Torture’s red torch shall flare T…
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…to T. Davidson. LURED by the loud big-breasted courtezan That plies trained lechery of obedient eyes, He sits, holds bed’s last slattern-sweet surprise, Late plucked from gutter to grace groves of Pan. The third one, ruddy as they twain are wan, Hungrily gazes, sees her tower of lies Blasted that instant in some wizard wise— The frozen look—the miserable man ! What sudden barb of what detested dart Springs from Apollo’s bowstring to his heart ? On sense-dulled ears what Voice rings the decree ? “ For thee the women burn : the wine is cool : For…
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… Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears ; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a savour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hours. They grow in darkness ; heat beguiles their sluggish kisses ; in the wood They breathe no murmur that is good, and Satan in their blossom smiles. 40
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… trees, Or deadlier serpents coiled at ease round carcasses of birds unclean ; All wandering changeful spectre shapes that dance in slow sweet measure round And merge themselves in the profound, nude women and distorted apes
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…ht into liberty their minds, that Mara findeth not their path. As on a heap of rubbish thrown by the wayside the Lotus flower Will bloom sweet scented, delicate and excellent to think upon. So ’mid the slothful worthless ones, the Walkers in Delusion’s power, In glory of Wisdom, light of Buddha forth hath the True Disciple shone. Desunt cetera. [The reader will kindly note such important changes of metre as occur in the two last verses of Chapter I. and elsewhere. The careless might suppose that these do not scan ; they do, following directly o…
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…ensive 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.
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…od, And with more cruel zest make good the shackles of the Crucifix. So be it ! In thy arms I rest, lulled into silence by the strain Of sweet love-whispers, while I drain damnation from thy tawny breast :
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NIGHT IN THE VALLEY I LAY within the forest’s virgin womb Tranced in the sweetness, nuptial, indolent, Of the faint breeze and tropical perfume, And all the music far lone waters lent Unto the masses of magnolia bloom, Tall scarlet lilies, and the golden scent Shed by strange clusters of more pallid flowers, And purple lustre strewn amid the twilight bowers. Far, far the pastureless, the unquiet sea Moaned ; far the stately pyramid of cold Shrouding the stars, arose : sweet witchery That brought them in the drowsing eye, to fold The picture in …
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…nd soul from soul To new strange passions in unholy lands, Where love’s breath chars and scorches like a coal. So she is dead to-day—the sweet bells toll A lost, lost soul, a soul in Satan’s bands, A lost, lost soul ! 28
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THE BLOOD-LOTUS 43 Jesus would lure me : from His side the gleaming torrent of the spear Withdraws, my soul with joy and fear waits for sweet blood to pour its tide Of warm delight—in 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,…
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…gs ; While yet unsatisfied with lusts, there conquereth him the Iron King. As the bee gathers nectar, hurts not the flower’s colour, its sweet smell In no wise injureth, so let the Sage within his hamlet dwell.
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…hining chill Whispers “ He lingers still. I am alone.” IV But to-night the lamp must be wasted, And the delicate hurt must ache, And the sweet lips moan untasted, My lady lie lonely awake. The night is taken from love, and love’s guerdon Is life and its burden. To-night if I turn to my lover I must ask : If she be ? who am I ? To-night if her heart I uncover No heart in the night I espy. I am grips with the question of eld, and the sphinx holds fast My eyes to the past. Who am I, when I say I languish ? Who is she, if I call her mine ? And the …
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…fe 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.
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…ere the joy changes, but abides for ever, Here on the shining river Where the dusk gathers, and tall trees begin To wrap the shallop in, Sweet shade not cast of sun or moon or star, But of some light afar Softer and sweeter than all these—what light Burns past the wondrous night Of yonder crags ?—what riven chasm hides In those mysterious sides ? Somewhere this stream must leap Down vales divinely steep Into some vain unprofitable deep ! ”