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205 LE VAMPIRE O THOU, who like a dagger-stroke Art planted in my plaintive heart, Who art come hither like a flock Of fiends, by mad and gilded art Come, of this dark soul and discrowned To make thy bed and thy domain Vile wretch to whom my life is bound Even as a convict to his chain, Even as a gambler to his game, Even as a drunkard to his thirst, Even as a harlot to her shame Be thou accurst, accurst, accurst ! I prayed the falchions fiery craft To win my freedom in a trice ; And called the treacherous poison-draught To master me my cowa…
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208 LE BALCON I have the art to evoke delicious hours And live my past again between thy knees ; Why should I seek thy beautys languorous dowers Save in thy bodys passion, thine hearts ease I have the art to evoke delicious hours. These vows, these scents, these kisses infinite Shall be reborn from gulfs we may not sound, So scale the sky, young suns, in choral flight, Winged from their lustral lapse in seas profound ! O vows ! O scents ! O kisses infinite !
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… are like madmen, beating out our poor brains upon the walls of the Universe. Is there no Power that might reveal itself ? [Kneels.] Who art Thou before whom all things are equal, being as dust ? Who givest his fame to the poet, his bankruptcy to the rich man ? Who dost distinguish between the just and the unjust ? Thou keeper of all secrets, of this great secret which I seek, and have nowise found ! This secret for whose very shadowing-forth in parable I, who am young, strong, successful, beloved, most enviable of men, would throw it all away …
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73 THE MUSE O THOU who art throned by the well That feeds the celestial streams ! O daughter of heaven and hell ! O mother of magical dreams ! O sister of me as I sit At thy feet by the mystical well And dream with the web of my wit Of the marriage of heaven and hell ! O thou who art mad with the Muse That delights in the beauty of form ! O desire of the dream of the dews ! O Valkyrie astride of the storm ! I am thine as we ride on the blast To exult in the mystical Muse, As there drip on the desert at last The immaculate Delian dews. I am thin…
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… snake or a sun In his horoscope Heaven hath cast, It is nothing ; every one Shall win to the moon at last. The mage hath wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one ! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison ! An end to the adamant age ! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lilywhite goat For the price of a crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of…
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…aning thy mystical name Till my tongue is torn and bleeding ! Have I not gilded my nails And painted my lips with vermilion ? Yea ! thou art I ; the deed awakes, Thy lightning strikes ; thy thunder breaks Wild as the bride that wails In the bridegrooms plumed pavilion !
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…o agonise, half skilled to soothe The passion ineluctable, this power Slave to its single end, to storm the tower That holdeth thee, who art Authentic Truth. O golden hawk ! O lidless eye ! Behold How the grey creeps upon the shuddering gold ! Still I will strive ! That by the striving broken I may exhaust this me ! That thou mayst sweep Swift on the dead from thine all-seeing steep And the unutterable word be spoken.
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…ruddier dawn An Thou shouldst travel in Thine holy bark To drip Thy dews upon the thirsty lawn, And wake to song beatified the bird. But art Thou living, Lord, or far withdrawn Into the shrines of solitude unstirred ? O Pan ! have pity on the trembling faun ! In all Thy silence is there not one word ?
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…ous rivers When men let angels fret them ! II Yea ! let the South wind blow, And the Turkish banners advance, And the word go out : No quarter ! But I shall hold theeso While the boys and maidens dance About the shambles of slaughter ! III I know thee who thou art, The inmost fiend that curlest Thy vampire tongue about Earths corybantic heart, Hells warrior that whirlest The darts of horror and doubt !
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…times each mortal day. Instead of Abraham, the Mullah Called him Habib Husain Abdullah. But (what indeed is hardly strange) His views on Art began to change. This reds a shrieking tone, I swear ! O for the black I used to wear !
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…nhabit the untrodden ways, Set ! Thou my god and I thy priest, Thy temple hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast ! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hates co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East The scorpions hole, the lions lair ! I kissed his mouthsublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met Yea ! darkness cover everywhere The secret of the House of Set !
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…ks the wind, the voice of myriad imps ; And mine own mockery might match the winds Save thatI struggle vainly, that is true ; Butthou art rising, and the sea burns blue !
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22 THE HERMIT AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT AT LAST an end of all I hoped and feared ! Muttered the hermit through his elfin beard. Then what art thou ? the evil whisper whirred. I doubt me sorely if the hermit heard. To all Gods questions never a word he said, But simply shook his venerable head. God sent all plagues ; he laughed and heeded not, Till people took him for an idiot. God sent all joys ; he only laughed amain, Till people certified him as insane. But somehow all his fellow-lunatics Began to imitate his silly tricks. And stranger still,…
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…h that sunset-blooded foam, with hulls of teak and beaks of bronze ! More than all store of gold or spice, ivory, slaves or sandal- wood Art thou, O marvel beyond price, O bee-hive of beatitude ! Is not each cell that builds thee up a well of honey-scented sips ? Is not thy soul one fragrant cup of nectar at my thirsty lips ? Thou bearest in thine hollow staff the primal fire, the flowers fume, Quintessencenow may Zeus engraff its pollen in my wintry womb !
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…. O Sphinx, more sacred than the stars ! O beast ! O God ! thy passion chars This life. Beneath thy claws I writhe. For like a lion thou art lithe And like a bull exceeding strong. Thine eagles scream beats down my song. Ah slay me, slay me now ! Have done ! . . . The torture is but half begun.
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130 ROSA DECIDUA O Rose, thou art sick ! The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.BLAKE. ROSE of the World ! If so, then what a world ! What worm at its red heart lay curled From the beginning ? Plucked and torn and trampled And utterly corrupt is she That was the queen-flower unexampled In gardens goodlier than Arcady. O Thou ! whose body was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; …
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…NT I am the Lord of Heaven, and I Am secretly arrayed and robed In all the azure abyss of sky By serpents wingéd, wound and globed. Thou art the Infinite of space, Thou the blue-lidded love of air ! I burn to kiss the exultant face, To grip the body bent and bare. O music ! to my silence be ! I come to thee ! I come to thee !
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100 THE TWINS On these wretches whom Fate hath hurled To a hell of Jesus and shoddy, Dung and ethics and dust VIII Thou as I art Fate. Come then, conquer and kiss me ! Come ! what hinders Believe me : This is the thought we await. The mark is fair ; can you miss me Nay, you catch me, you cleave me ! XI See, how subtly I writhe ! Strange runes and unknown sigils I trace in the trance that thrills us. Death ! how lithe, how blithe Are these male incestuous vigils ! Ah ! this is the spasm that kills us ! X Wherefore I solemnly affirm This twofold …
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76 THE GOD AND THE GIRL Yet the God smiled ; for in his heart there grew Nursed at dawns breast, and watered by its dew, That seed that is not bought and is not sold Of veritable, vegetable gold. Whereat he marvelled. In Eternity There only lived one wiser God than he. He posed his Why ? . Young God ! He made retort ; Know, the first matter of the Work is naught. Know, the pure gold is naught : for all decays. It is the Working of the Work that pays ! More, thou mistakest in thy mind of mist Matter for man, and dung for alchemist.…
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…! not ever a soul hath heard Its echo, O Thou great I Am ! Lo ! Thou hast made the winds, the stars, The sun, the moon, the great grave earth ; Thou has touched the swaying nenuphars With music, and made godly mirth With corn and wine ; Thou hast made Thee man ; Thou hast loved and suffered, died and risen ; Buthath Thy mouth grown white and wan, Sucked out into that strange sweet prison Nay, Thou hast never kissed the mouth Of Dorothy ! as I ! as I ! Thou hast never felt its eager growth Upon my Lesbian ecstasy. Therefore I curse Thee not, ac…