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1910 · PDF PAGE 96

The Winged Beetle

86 THE EYES OF DOROTHY O MISTRESS of a myriad mysteries ! I can remember every curve and span Of every lovely thing ; I have the plan Of every crested crag and maze of ice That ever I beheld ; then what device, Strange sorceress, has barred me with its ban From you ? How is it, mistress, that I can Remember nothing of you but your eyes ? Your eyes ! Live arrows with a thousand deaths Armed ! Suns of poison, menacing the wreaths Of bay and myrtle that you twined ! Dread spies Of Satan that unveil the God in me, And strip it naked with their mock…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 134

The Winged Beetle

124 BELLADONNA My blood, and crunch my bones—mine agonies To build into the rapture of your eyes ! So then I have forgotten all the other. Only those eyes pursue me through the æon, Whether by God’s grace we love one another, Whether I weave an ode or blare a pæan. There is no help, my vampire and my mother ! But I am snared within those eyes Circean That blaze at me from wall, or wood, or well Their final knowledge of their final Hell. For there is no soul, none, beyond ours, suave sister, In the fierce light—the boon, the bane, the bliss, The…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 179

The Winged Beetle

IN MANU DOMINÆ 169 She hath divers jewels crusted on To her rings’ graven obscenities, Like elfin eyes, the malison Of a basilisk cockatrice ! She hath a cold, an ardent gleam In the staring eyes of her ; She weaves a witch-web of dank dream Before her worshipper ; Her hand allures him to its theme : Sceptre to sepulchre ! So cold, so chaste, so sombre glows The purpose of her cypress glance ! A sphinx set up amid the snows, An Attis frozen in his dance, Is this unnatural god that knows No man’s inheritance. So with a strange Circean smile She …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 58

The Winged Beetle

48 THE PRINCESS OF PANORMITA O moon ! ambrosial moon ! Arise on my desert of sorrow That the magical eyes of me swoon With lust of rain to-morrow ! Ages and ages ago I stood on the bank of a river— Holy and holy and holy, I know, For ever and ever and ever ! A priest in the mystical shrine, I muttered a redeless rune, Till the waters were redder than wine In the blush of the harlot moon. I and my brother priests Worshipped a wonderful woman With a body lithe as a beast’s, Subtly, horribly human. Deep in the pit of her eyes I saw the image of de…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 59

The Winged Beetle

… 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 slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. But—God ! I was not content With the blasphemous secret of years, The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughter As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 114

The Winged Beetle

…ne abode beyond Death. Three times I circle thee : three times my breath Breathes on thy mouth ; three times I do adore Thee, Till thine eyes glitter and thy loose lips curl Make me the innocent alluring girl Of fifteen years—that were ! so to recoil The same sweet garland. . . . Hither comes the lad With shy looks—let me blind him, let me soil His swan-soft body and his soul swan-pure ! Ah ! but my life is glad. Pan smiles ! My suit preferred. Now, let these eyes allure And this worn throat throb, thrill with songs to woo him, Fiercer than eve…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 135

The Winged Beetle

…bbs and flows Less than your thrust—wring out the extreme vigour ! Annihilation take us, till we rise Once more to the damnation in your eyes !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 181

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…rk and deadly dream ; And the white life leaps from his control Wild, in a choking scream. She curves white lips to a cup of death ; Her eyes gleam, and her wise brows nod ; Her hand makes music with her breath Dancing upon the ivory rod— The dying priestess offereth The sacrifice to God

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1910 · PDF PAGE 6

The Winged Beetle

…m and Ecstasy and Truth, Erect amid the wreck of Things Poised on inexorable wings ! . . . . So much the universe may see When its bat’s-eyes may endure the sun : This secret rests my prize to me, That I knew thee, surpassed of none, Fighting and faithful to the end, A Perfect knight, a perfect friend.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 237

The Winged Beetle

…ove with silence as we drowse ; Melt we our souls, hearts, senses in this shrine, Vague languor of arbutus and of pine ! Half-close your eyes, your arms upon your breast ; Banish for ever every interest ! The cradling breeze shall woo us, soft and sweet, Ruffling the waves of velvet at your feet. When solemn night of swart oaks shall prevail Voice our despair, musical nightingale !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 233

The Winged Beetle

…range native weather ! The watery suns Of those hot horizons Have the mystical charm of the years That mysterious lies In thy traitorous eyes As they glitter behind their tears. There, all is peace and ecstasy ; Pleasure, calm, and luxury ! Furniture fine That the years make shine Shall stand in our own bedchamber. The rarest flowers Shed their scented showers To tinge the vague rapture of amber.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 108

The Winged Beetle

98 THE TWINS I Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my brain and spine : oh let them Flame like the ancient city Swallowed up by the sulphurous 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 thee—so 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 Earth’s corybantic heart, Hell’s warrior that whirlest The …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 236

The Winged Beetle

226 COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL IN the ancient frozen solitary park Two figures passed anon—now mark ! Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and grey ; One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary part Two ghosts evoke the past—oh hark ! “ Dost thou remember our old ecstasy ? ” “ Why do you wish to remind me ? ” “ Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? “ Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear ? ” “ No.” “ Ah ! the fair days of joyaunce and of gree “ When our mouths kissed, ah kissed ! ” “ Maybe ! ” “ How blue the sky…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 65

The Winged Beetle

…d the starry fold Where a darkling orb is rolled. There, beneath a grove of yew, Plays a babe. Should I despise Such a foam of gold, and eyes Burning berylline, so blue That the sun seems peeping through ? Did I swoop, were Heaven amazed ? With my beak I strike but once ; Out there leap a million suns. Through the universe that blazed Screams their light, and death is dazed. In my womb the babe may leap ; Seek him not within mine eye ! Nor demand thou of me why I should plunge from crystal steep Like a plummet to the deep !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 75

The Winged Beetle

…And marred the merry measure ! Yea ; my small kiss is somehow worth The love of all the boys on earth ! The shy sweet smiles, the tender eyes And bodies slim that woo me ;

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1910 · PDF PAGE 138

The Winged Beetle

…ail to the golden beard and golden lips, His whole life golden to the finger-tips ! Hail to the golden hair in golden showers Hiding the eyes like blue blue lotus-flowers ! His name is Ut, for He Hath risen above all things that be. II Ardent and white, the Lord Whirls forth a strident sword. Its blade is broader than the great World-Ash ; Its edge is keener than the lightning-flash. Brighter than all the lights of heaven, it whirls Out in a chaos of creative curls And sheathes itself in Me, Arisen above all things that be. III Even as the burn…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 63

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…er ! Mourn, O Maenads, mourn ! Surely your comfort is over. All we laugh at you lorn. Ours are the poppies and clover ! O that mouth and eyes, Mischievous, male, alluring ! O that twitch of the thighs Dorian past enduring ! Where is wisdom now ? Where the sage and his doubt ? Surely the sweat of the brow Hath driven the demon out. Surely the scented sleep That crowns the equal war Is wiser than only to weep— To weep for evermore !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 109

The Winged Beetle

…nscandescable cliff ? V Look ! in the polished granite, Black as thy cartouche is with sins, I read the searing sentence That blasts the eyes that scan it : “ HOOR and SET be TWINS.” A fico for repentance ! VI Ay ! O Son of my mother That snarled and clawed in her womb As now we rave in our rapture, I know thee, I love thee, 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

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1910 · PDF PAGE 116

The Winged Beetle

106 CLYTIE I STRAIN mine eyes across the surge ; the spindrift cuts me like a whip ; The wet wind wails a wolfish dirge for its slain paramour the ship. The ship, the ship that brings me home more than all hoarded galleons Brought through 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 …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 97

The Winged Beetle

…ips like a sunset for languor, My skin like a moonrise of pearls. Ah ! but like stars in the deep Deep of the night, and asleep, Are the eyes that await thee, and weep.

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