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68 TELEPATHY We made him love, we made him hate, We made him bless and curse us Yea, O my darling, we were Fate. Then how should Fate reverse us ? Yea, love ; how cruelly we played With the poor worm that we had made ! It cannot be (it cannot be !) That we ourselves are taken In the sweet snare, my Dorothy ! Did Love, true love, awaken ? And, even so, dear, why should we Be wildly wit-forsaken ? Yea ; for we digged a wanton pit. Ourselves are fallen into it. Our dance grew fierceself-stirred, self-willed ! And Bacchus shewed his forehead Jutti…
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…om Thy throne ! I go At Thy black damning to the deep. Thou canst not follow me ! I know This thing I had, and this I keep. God ! I have loved. I love ! I love, And shall love through Thine ageless hell. Thou hast the kingdom of the Above, And I, her memory. Fare Thee well ! To Thine I Amsupreme exclaim, The total of all that may be said ! I answer from the abyss of flame : Dorothy ! and her mouth was red.
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66 TELEPATHY The sobs, the sighs, the throbs, the cries Of love are nothing to me. My ladys magic madness flies Like poison through and through me ! Yea, love ; my echo is as loud As all the cries of all the crowd. The shaft of love she shot in May Still rankles in September ; The flames in June that died away Have yet a lively ember. I force myself to dream all day : Night wakes meI remember. Yea ; in the night thou lackest me. And I ? Ah surely I lack thee ! I must remember how we stood And let mad Paris pass us (Holding one moment to be go…
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…illy devil ! Pist ! We are all more or less insane. She was still beautiful, although So tired. Still sweet ! still pale ! still shy ! I loved her overmuchand so Out of this life you go ! said I. No one can understand me. None Of these dull drunkards could divine In nightmares this that I have done To make a winding-sheet of wine ! This black invulnerable vice Engines of iron ! towers of stone ! For winters blight or summers spice True love, true love hath never known True love with black inchauntments filled, Its hellish rout of shr…
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…n, Canidia, match thy miracle With mine, old medlar ! Though the reek of hell Gush from thy gorge, I hold my knightly course, Dragon ! I love thee, and I love thee well Who am like a shipwrecked sailor that should skry On the horizon some scarred citadel Or, smoking still, a volcan threat the sky, Or hairy with burnt forests, wracked and rent, Some ruin of an earthquaked continent ! It is not love, but worship most religious, This abject me, this wallowing at thy knees !
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209 LE GOUT DE LINFINI I adore Thee as I do the Vault of Night, (O Vase of Sadness ! Silence of great might !) And love Thee more that Thou escapest me Dazzling my dreams, ironic subtlety That still adds league to leagueleagues limitless That keep the azure abyss from my caress ! I grip Gods throat, I grapple Him to terms So, to a corpse, a choir of coffin-worms ! Ah beast ! I love thee, cruel and uncontrolled, Even to that ice that burns when fire is cold.
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…n now upon these brows, that bear in vain Fantastic myrtles and deceitful bays And vine-leaves withering even ere they clung. For in His love, His love beyond all praise, I am still beautiful, still wise, still young. Nay, in the nuptial of that fruitful night Of fruitless joy unmeasured and unsung There was no seed of sorrow. O my light, My love, my lord, accept the piteous plaint Of me, the little wayward wanton wight,
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188 MR TODD THOMAS. Mr. Delhomme would like to see you for a moment on urgent business. [The lovers exchange signals privately. EUPHEMIA. Show him up. THOMAS. Yes, miss. [THOMAS goes out. CARR. I will go and get a snack. Trust melove me EUPHEMIA. I willI do. [They embrace. CARR goes to the doorturns. CARR. Love metrust me. [EUPHEMIA flies to him, kisses him again, nods. EUPHEMIA. I willI doI love youI trust you. CARR. Sweetheart ! [they kiss, furtively, as if hearing footsteps.] So long ! [She retreats into the room, and blows him a …
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184 MR TODD the English hypocrite ? Who was poor Uncle Henry ? Did you love poor Uncle Henry so dearly as all that ? How old were you when your father quarrelled with poor Uncle Henry ? About two and a half ! The only thing you know about poor Uncle Henry is that poor Uncle Henry once tickled your toes. [EUPHEMIA gives a little scream of horror.] Enough humbug about poor Uncle Henry ! . . . Sweetheart ! EUPHEMIA. Mine own ! [They embrace and kiss with great intensity. EUPHEMIA. Unhand me, villain ! . . . But one has to be decent about ones rel…
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…in ; they are one flesh ? For here I sit and laugh and smoke And play with youth and pleasure ; Life is a dream, and death a joke, And love a thing of leisure The dance is done, the spell is broke, 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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…cented, curled and gilded, A virgin, swimming like new wine In my grey old soul, that I may give His life to Pan, and live ! I have seen Love, and known A blasphemy, a violation And perfect profanation ; Wherefore the god hath flown. My heart no longer trembles If that blind Harperblind, or he dissembles ! Touches its strings with burning finger-tips, Or fastens his soft lips About my soul. . . . Then what is left To a woman love-bereft ? I have tasted Passion ; I have known How the sharpness and the softness and the sweetness Mix to one pome…
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… eyes were sunk in black eclipse To rise in glittering trances : Our belly-muscles tight as whips By dint of Arab dances ! Yea ; all our love is glittering steel Sharpened on tortures aching wheel. My Dorothy ! my Dorothy ! Our mouths were wried and bleeding. Loves eucharistic mystery ! Their suckling lips were feeding At the black breasts of ecstasy, Of ecstasy exceeding ! Yea ; at the paps of Isis we Drained starry milk of ecstasy. O thou close-fitted to my soul, Close-fitted to my skin, Moving as one delicious whole Without us and within !…
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…So there is graven by fates steel And polished by times emery wheel This passion that consumeth me, Music that mars mans dignity ! My love is like an unhealed scar That throbs and bleeds at the word war ! My love is like a masterless Hound, running wide on a false scent. I am the plaything of distress ; The marionette of the Event ! Yet this red lust that rots my sword Is the same flame that tempered it. Though my death be my births reward, And folly be the prize of wit,
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…hou 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 ; thine ears Are stopped with …
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…rs ; dew bedims My sightthese girls and their alluring glances ! Their eyes that burn like dawns lascivious lances Waking all earth to loveto love ! Life skims The cream of joy. If God could see what man sees, (Intoxicating Nellies, Mauds, and Nances !) I see Him leave the sapphirine expanses, The choir serene and the celestial air To swoon into their sacramental hair !
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…t, giggling and wriggling with pleasure. Enter EUPHEMIA. EUPHEMIA. I wonder where mother is ! No, I dont want her. Im too happy. How I love him ! How proud I amwhen another girl would be so shamed ! I love him ! I love him ! Oh, what a world of ecstasy is this ! To be his, and he mine ! to beoh ! oh ! I can- not bear the joy of it. I want to sit down and have a good cry. [Sits, crying and laughing with the joy of it.]
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… flies. O salt and shallow pan Of verminous moisture !bathe in thee, forsooth ? Age and consummate pox, avoid my youth ! I would have loved youso I love to love Wrapped you in beauty ! Lucid gauze of rime Had made your limbs go glimmering down through time, A gracious ghost ; the soiled and draggled dove Of Venus should be spurned, and you, my swan, Superbly floated on the giant stream Of fame, its crown and culmination, dream Most inaccessible, meditated on In vain by the worlds greatest lovers. Yet Your lazy lewdness happens to forget
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…with her cries of rage. I am as happy as a king : The air is pure ; the larks astir We had just such another spring The year I fell in love with her. The dreadful thirst that parches 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 w…
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…43 Are you ready, sweet ? Then fold Once your arms about me, cling Close and clip me as old In the presence of the King That awaits us. Love is bold. We are witnessby our fate To one poetis there one ? That beyond the miry weight Of the fog there shines a sun ! Be he comforted thereat ! . . . . . . Yea ! I chant your mastery ! In the hag-ridden, mange-bitten, Sodden, superstitious sty That John Milton made of Britain In the twentieth century, Two in blood the runes have written How to love and how to die ! Praise, O Martyrs ! Not one bead …
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…ion beget ; But thoughts that illumine the sages Are flowers of our fashioning yet. Music and song are thereof Gotten, my god, and above Love, the fulfilling of love. Ah master ! thy fire the enrichment Of all the vain store of the shrine ! All mine to entice by bewitchment The joy that is utterly thine ! Ah ! but thou sailest, a swan Stately and splendid upon The lake that was waste and wan ! Oh now ! let thy rage interrupt My mischievous petulant smile Whose secret is hot and corrupt, Leers loose at the lips and is vile ! Tear off the virgina…