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…t the night fall ; let us drown what knows In what exults ; blot out the wizard figure Of thought, and build the many-coloured rose Your body on the cross, my bodys rigour. Chaos and Cosmos as God ebbs and flows Less than your thrustwring out the extreme vigour ! Annihilation take us, till we rise Once more to the damnation in your eyes !
… would not need to write. I would be with you ; then, a young male swan, I would find happiness afloat upon The ripples of your muscular body, bright As mother-of-pearl may be in Gods own sight When He would found His whole new heaven thereon ! Thence, would my body were One Eye, to con Your face, the rosy lotus of delight ! I would dip deep my beak into the flower And pluck your tongue, its ruby heart, and shower All my lifes love upon you, swift as Springs ! And I would lift you on my pinions To light and heat more splendid than the suns,…
CLYTIE 109 Hold me ! he must not think I yearnedhe is too master- fulbeware ! Oh, should he guess this body burned, shame, shamehow should a maiden fare ? Nay, girls, I know. But Pan hath wrought this marvel on my wantons will, Filling it with one virgin thought, as strong as summer, and as still. Ah hold ! my body breaks away maugre your weakling struggles. Hold ! Nay ! my soul faints ; the stinging spray lures like his kisses did of old. Free ! Now stand back ! How good it ishow good it is to be alive ! How good to swim for the first kis…
…ment vies With the infinite galaxies. In the midst a cubic stone With the Devil set thereon ; Hath a lamb's virginal throat ; Hath the body of a stoat ; Hath the buttocks of a goat ; Hath the sanguine face and rod Of a goddess and a god ! Spell by spell and pace by pace ! Mystic flashes swing and trace Velvet soft the sigils stepped By the silver-starred adept. Back and front, and to and fro, Soul and body sway and flow In vertiginous caresses To imponderable recesses, Till at last the spell is woven, And the faery veil is cloven That was S…
THE PRINCESS OF PANORMITA 49 The grey cold slime of the snake That her poisonous body held ? By night I ravished a maid From her fathers camp to the cave. I bared the beautiful blade ; I dipped her thrice i the wave ; I slit her throat as a lambs, That the fount of blood leapt high With my clamorous dithyrambs Like a stain on the shield of the sky. With blood and censer and song I rent the mysterious veil : My eyes gaze long and long On the deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kisses awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold sli…
… my past purifying pain, Turning all life to a thing fouler than Aught yet imaginable to man ! Who asks me for my tears ? She flings the body of my sweet dead child Into my face with hells own epitaph, Profanes that shrine Of infinite love and infinite loss, My empty shrine, the one shrine undefiled, My one close-claspèd cross And hers as much as mine ! Profanes it with a hideous laugh And a lie flung with a curse ; and I must hear, And must not stamp on the snake, because, forsooth This was my love, my peace, my faith, my truth, The rosebud …
…me crawlingit is fate ! Crush my cursd headcut me in half ! The guilty soul, the swinish clod ! I laugh at itlaugh as I laugh At the body and the blood of God !
…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 !
112 THE SILENCE OF COLUMBINE I HAD I not been told, I could not have believed it ! To hold and fold and mould Your bodys plastic gold ! So rapturously bold No poet had conceived it ; And yet, bright Yniold, I seem to have achieved it ! II Nor word was ours, nor sight ; But in the dusk there sported Some sprite of light and might That pushed our fingers flight To the same goal, delight, On pinions unsupported. One touchthe world went right, Its destiny distorted ! III Still no word of this Though now we surely knew How miss the abyss of bliss…
…know, pardie ! Of all the beauties that compose The enchantment of her darling breath, The black seductions and the rose Wherewith her body glittereth, Which is the sweetest ? O my soul ! Thus didst thou answer the Accurst : In her, since alls divine control, There cannot be or last or first. Since all transports me, how shall I Aught of one thing affirm aright ? She dazzles like the morning sky And soothes my spirit like the night. Too exquisite the music is That all her lovely shape affords For impotent analysis To mark how every…
…, dear ! Virginal you were When I touched your life with song ; Virgin now to death lie there ! You shall not await him long. (Fold your body in your hair !) Satan, hail ! our consecration ! Lilies, lilies : let them swathe you, Robes baptismal of damnation ! Tuberose and iris bathe you In the sea, annihilation ! All white flowers I build, a fane Fit to shroud the sacrifice. I will kiss you once again Ere I pull the trigger twice. Or our death were died in vain.
…c. KETHER I am passed through the abyss of flame ; Hear ye that I am that I am ! THE RETURN Behold ! I clothe mine awful light In yonder body born of night. Its mind be open to the higher ! Its heart be lucid-luminous ! The Temple of its own desire The Temple of the Rosy Cross !
…brother ! Incestuous males that consume The light and the life that we capture. VII Starve thou the soul of the world, Brother, as I the body ! Shall we not glut our lust
87 BATHYLLUS ENOUGH of the frail aspergillus ! Enough of the censer of bronze ! Thy beauty, thy boy, thy Bathyllus, Whose body is soft as a swans, Splendid and sinewy slim, Cleanly and supple of limb, Waits for the hush of the hymn. O gather me up in the vigour Of virile embraces, and bear My youth to the rush and the rigour Of marvellous mountainous air ! Pass through the cool colonnades ! Up through the gloom of the glades ! Up ! we are done with the shades. My head is an ocean in anger With sleek and fantastical curls ; My lips like a sunse…
…ed 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 ; thine ears Are stopped with worse than death ; And all this wasted breath Of minethose songs of six most memorable years Of ecstasy and agonymay not attain To charm thy being into love again. . . .
…ngéd, 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 !
…! now dare ! be ware ! Orsaved ! at last Im there, Drowned in your torrent hair, A flame, a waif, a wonder. A lioness in her lair Your body leaps from under. V Take the prize on trust ! Dare the course and run it ! Sweet knight, you win the just, Your thrust ! a gust of lust ! Ah, God, then, if you must Wordless still, weve won it ! Tall Troy is in the dust ! Weve done it, done it, done it ! VI Do you love me, dear ? Said the glance you darted. Good cheer ! why fear the year ! Twice one is two, I hear !
…ches me Craves wine, wine, wine to loose its clutch : Wine, wine enough to brim with glee Her graveand that is saying much. I threw her body down the well ! The little wall around that ran I pushed upon her as she fell. I will forget her if I can ! By all the oaths of tenderness Whose tendrils nothing may unbind, And to bring back the enchanteress Love to the days when she was kind.
160 THE WILD ASS Faintly and feebly murmuring I uttered the mysterious runes, And bade my bodys sleekness sing Silky, satanic, subtle tunes. Was he not holy ? Milk of moons Were not so pallid as his cheek, And roses of a million Junes His mouth left livid. So I seek In all Gods seas a tiny creek Wherein to moor my shallop. Nay ! He is a mountain, chill with bleak Stark winds of innocence astray ! The fearful passion sweeps me away. So with a passionate thrill of fear I creeplike shadows across Day ! Like Winter on the expended year ! From t…
28 THE WIZARD WAY Give thy body to the beasts ! Give thy spirit to the priests ! Break in twain the hazel rod On the virgin lips of God ! Tear the Rosy Cross asunder ! Shatter the black bolt of thunder ! Suck the swart ensanguine kiss Of the resolute abyss ! Wonder-weft the wizard heard This intolerable word. Smote the blasting hazel rod On the scarlet lips of God ; Trampled Cross and rosy core ; Brake the thunder-tool of Thor ; Meek and holy acolyte Of the priestly hells of spite Sleek and shameless catamite Of the beasts that prowl by ni…