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…on me like the hideous-fronted tomb, Whereon are graven strange words of misbelief ; Thy brazen forehead, and its lustre gloom. Sinister eyes, you burn into my breast, Creating an infernal cavern of woe, Where strange sleek leopards lash them in unrest, And furtive serpents crawling to and fro— Sinister eyes, you burn into my breast ! All hell, all destinies of death are written Like litanies blaspheming in those eyes ; And where the lightning of high God hath smitten, Lie the charred brands of monstrous infamies, Wherein all destinies of death…
1901 · PDF PAGE 131
…tar Seen in the fragrant breezes of the East ! O lover of my love, O avatar Of the All-One, O mystical High Priest ! O thou before whose eyes my weak eyes fail, Wonderful warden of the Holy Grail ! O thou, mine angel, whom these eyes have seen, These hands have handled, and this mouth has kissed ! O thou, the very tongue of fire, the clean Sweet-scented presence of a holier Christ ! Listen, and answer, and behold ! My wings Droop, O thou stronger than the immortal kings ! My flame burns dim ! O bring the broken jar And alabaster casket, and dis…
1901 · PDF PAGE 78
…now, too late ! no moon is overhead— Some other meaning in the words he saith ? Or, am I tricked in such a little snare ? I lifted up my eyes. What soul stood there, Fronting my path ? Tall, stately, delicate, A woman fairer than a pomegranate. A silver spear her hands of lotus bear, One shaft of moonlight quivering and straight. She pointed to the East with flashing eyes : “ Thou canst not see her—but my Queen shall rise.” Bowed head and beating heart, with feet unsure I passed her, trembling, for she was too pure. I could have loved her. No :…
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…ny planet’s may be shone, Within the circle of the grove, Where burn the sanctities of love : Nor may the foot of man be known, Nor evil eyes of mothers thrown On maidens that desire the kiss Only of maiden Artemis. But horned and huntress from the skies, She bends her lips upon the breeze, And pure and perfect in her eyes, Burn magical virginity’s Sweet intermittent sorceries. When the slow wind from her sweet word In all their conchéd ears is heard. And like the slumber of the seas, There murmur through the holy trees The kisses of the goddes…
1901 · PDF PAGE 66
…nd desire withdrawn Burns in the East the far ephemeral gold. O Wisdom ! Mother of my sorrow ! Rise ! And lift my love to thine immortal eyes ! S
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…of the bubbling pine. In the green heart o’ th’ salamander line They scatter roses. Now the youngsters spring Within, who with hard-shut eyes hope to bring From out the fiery circle one divine Blossom of rose, as from a poisonous mine Gold comes to gird the palace of a king. Envious I sprang—and found the last rose gone. So in the fiery ring of wedlock, blind, Mad, one may leap, no rose perhaps to find (Or, if no rose, good fortune finds no thorn), But—mark the difference—palpable and plain Rose or no rose, one leaps not out again. I
1901 · PDF PAGE 22
…r : in my patchwork brain Some rag of passion tears its woof asunder. Strange, that its own insatiable pain Should find an opiate in her eyes of wonder ! Yes, though I hate her well enough to kill, I know that then my soul would love her still. H
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18 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. JEZEBEL. PART I. LION’S mane, a leopard’s skin Across my dusty shoulders thrown ; A swart fierce face, with eyes where sin Lurks like a serpent by a stone. A man driven forth by lust to seek Rest from himself on Carmel’s peak. A prophet with wild hair behind, Streaming in fiery clusters ! Yea, Tangled with vehemence of the wind, And knotted with the tears that slay ; And all my face parched up and dried, And all my body crucified. Ofttimes the Spirit of the Lord Descends and floods me with his breath ; My words are fashio…
1901 · PDF PAGE 23
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 11 ASMODEL. ALL down that star whose tender eyes Were on thy bosom at thy birth ! Call, one long passionate note that sighs ! Call, till its beauty bend to earth, Meet thee and lift thee and devise Strange loves within the gleaming girth, And kisses underneath the star Where on her brows its seven rays are. Call her, the maiden of thy sleep, And fashion into human shape The whirling fountains fiery and deep, The incense-columns that bedrape Her glimmering limbs, when shadows creep Among blue tresses that escape The gol…
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…verlaid with beaten gold, Stands in the gloom ; the stealthy tune Of singing maidens overbold Desires mad mysteries untold, With strange eyes kindling, as the fleet Implacable untiring feet Weave mystic figures manifold That draw down angels to behold The moving music, and the fire Of their intolerable desire. W
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…VE, MELANCHOLY, DESPAIR.1 EEP melancholy—O, the child of folly !— Looms on my brow, a perched ancestral bird ; Black are its plumes, its eyes are melancholy, It speaks no word. Like to a star, deep beauty’s avatar Pales in the dusky skies so far above : Seven rays of gladness crown its passionate star, One heart of love. The fringing trees, marge of deep-throated seas, Move as I walk : like spectres whispering The spaces of them : let me leave the trees— It is not spring ! Spring—no ! but dying autumn fast and flying, Sere leaves and frozen rob…
1901 · PDF PAGE 51
… delight. Slow feet are our measures that move ; Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are made soft as the dove ; We mingle and move as the seas. The light of the passionate dawn That kissed us, and would not awaken, Grew golden and bold on the lawn, The rays of the sun are withdrawn At last, and the blossoms are shaken. I
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THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 43 A SAINT’S DAMNATION. OU buy my spirit with those shameless eyes That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream Of my desire, you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole life’s hope : you deem You buy a heart ; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head ; you win The devil’s bargain ; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for …
1901 · PDF PAGE 140
…istress. The flowers are dull, the stars are pale. I am the Soul of Nothingness. I cannot lift the golden veil. O Mother Isis, let thine eyes Behold my grief, and sympathise ! I cannot round the perfect wheel, Attain not to the fuller end. In part I love, in part I feel, Know, worship, will, and comprehend. O Mother Nephthys, fill me up Thine own perfection’s deadly cup ! My aspiration quails within me ; “ My heart is fixed,” in vain I cry ; The little loves and whispers win me : “ Eli, lama sabacthani ! ” O Chomse, moon-god, grant thy boon, Th…
1901 · PDF PAGE 104
…t canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God : make thou homage and orison ! ” The wild heads sank in fear : Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance crept of many a year, Barred gates of Paradise. Again the Voice rolled in the deep, mingled with murmuring sighs : “ I mind me of the day One came from Death to me ; His soul was weary of the day, His look was melancholy ; He bade me open in the Name that binds Eternity.
1901 · PDF PAGE 127
…ghastly kisses, Like mournful ghosts roused from their ruined sleep By clamorous cries of murder. Strange abysses Loom in the vista keen eyes penetrate, Vague forecasts of immeasurable fate. O thou belovéd blood, that wells and weeps ! O thou belovéd mouth, that beats and bleeds ! O mystic bosom where some serpent sleeps, Sweet mockery of a thousand saintlier creeds ! Even I, that breathe your perfume, taste your breath, Know, even this hour, ye are not life, but death ! No death ye bring more godlike than desire, When seas roar tempest-lashed,…
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…n. Her pleasures and her passions purr, For the delight I have of her. Aching with all the pangs of night My shuddering body swoons ; my eyes
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…yesterday, for aye ! she glows No woman of my mystic bed ; A star, far off, forgotten, dead. Only to me looks out for ever From her cold eyes a fire like death ; Only to me her breasts can never Lose the red brand that quickeneth ;
1901 · PDF PAGE 90
…think of the hundreds of women I have loved from time to time, White throats and living bosoms where a kiss might creep or climb, Smooth eyes and trembling fingers, faint lips or mur- derous hair, All tunes of love’s own music, most various and rare ; When I look back on life, as a mariner on the deep Sees, tranced, the white wake foaming, fancies the nereids weep ; As, on a mountain summit in the thunders and the snow, I look to the shimmering valley and weep : I loved you so ! For a moment cease the winds of God upon the reverent head ; I los…
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… me her evil head ; I bent like sin above her face That dying she might kiss me dead. I whispered : “ Jezebel.” She turned, And her deep eyes with hatred burned. “ Ah ! prophet, come to mock at me And gloat on mine exceeding pain ? ” “ Nay, but to give my soul to thee, And have thee spit at me again ! ” She smiled—I know she smiled—she sighed, Bit my lips through, and drank, and died ! Her murders and her blasphemies, Her whoredoms, God has paid at last ; Upon my bosom close she lies, Her carnal spirit holds me fast. My blood, my infamy, my pai…