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… On summer evenings how the sun is fine ! How space seems deep ! How roars the hearts red flood ! I lean toward thee, adoring, queen of mine, And thought I breathed the perfume of thy blood On summer evenings how the sun is fine ! The night fell thick and thick, a screen of sable ; Mine eyes within the blackness guessed at thine. I drank thy sighsoh poison comfortable ! Thy feet slept in these brother hands of mine : The night fell thick and thick, a screen of sable.
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72 THE SWIMMER FATHER of light ! Through the black seas I swim To thine arising Disk. Seven waves suppress Mine head beneath their arcane bitterness ; Nor on their curling summits shines one dim Foam-flake made lustrous by the light of him To whom I strive. O blank, black wilderness Of iron water ! O this stormy stress Of strength that strains toward thine auroral rim ! Caught up on the wild crest, thine orb I glimpse ; Thrust in the trough, the salt wave chokes and blinds. Shrill shrieks the wind, the voice of myriad imps ; And mine own mocker…
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225 EPILOGUE TO PETITS POEMES EN PROSE MINE heart at ease, I climbed the promontory Whence one may contemplate the town out-spread : Hospital, brothel, jail, hell, purgatory, Where each thing monstrous rears its prospered head ! Well knowst Thou, Satan (ease this woe of mine !) I went not thither futile tears to shed ; But, an old lecher withs old concubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth from me like wine ! Whether thou sleep in mornings sheets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen th…
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… Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That would be mine, be mine, Were I but man enough To endure the rapture of that sudden sun The knowledge of your love, The assumption of me into that sweet shrine Whose godhead duly knows Only the one wind of the utmost heaven Through hyacinthine deeps Down from the sapphirine steeps
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…hout fear ; Pious, chaste, and sober, I solemnly sacrifice This first-fruit flower of wine For a vehicle of thy vice As I am Thine to be mine. For five in the year gone by I pray Thee give to me one ; A lover stronger than I, A moon to swallow the sun ! May he be like a lilywhite goat Crisp as a thicket of thorns, With a collar of gold for his throat, A scarlet bow for his horns !
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…llion 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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… great diamond ! I match, &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 !
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…son coal To burn all lesser gods, to gild the shame Of this my lifes long infamy, the soul (Abased for Him) in Him one flower of flame Mine Aceldama one white lily-bloom Availing me above all wealth and fame
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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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…IS MUSE My godhead over his domain of dust, And make some ftus . . . at the least, I trust ! And in my womb I hide it, all his all Made mine with one swift suction, one slow thrust Maniacal, murderous, musical, magical ! So then I would not have him for my thrall, So I despised the thing I had devoured ! And therefore, as I squat upon this ball That spins and knows not, I shall spew the coward Out from the bliss wherein he is embowered, A stain of senseless sex upon the sod, And live my life, the honeyed and the flowered, As ever. . . . Shall …
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…uth 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. . . .
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…soul, as thou my flame, O wingéd globe of serpents twined, O sun of glory in my skies ! O subtle spirit of my mind ! O ardent rapture of mine eyes ! Thou secret centre, motion, rest : Come to my breast ! Come to my breast ! THE POINT 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 …
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…ealth of a man ! VIII Bring me the tablets, the stylus of jade ! Lend me thy light, O compassionate maid ! Soul of the master, O come to mine aid ! Make me the man of the marvellous mission ! Sharpen the sword of veridical vision Cut me the knot of the mighty magician ! Here I devote me (record me the vow) Unto the terrible task of the Tao. Soul of the master, the writer be thou ! Bring me the tablets and stylus ! Have done ! Guard me the doors ; they are open to none, Not to the Emperor ! I have begun.
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…nge. These nameless horrors I address without affright : On them will I impose my will, the law of light. These are the phantoms pale of mine astonied view, Yet none but I their blasted beauty can renew ; For to the abyss of hell I plunge without affright : On them will I impose my will, the law of light.
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…riumphant through eternity : Nor, though my beauty dazzled all his wits, Could he conceive that frailest fairy flits Across the abyss of mine imagining. So I came back from all my snares and pits, Crowned him with roses, called him lord and king. Then the poor fool fell on me, stammering Pale phrases of his mortal love, a thing Almost too petty for my star of lust To attract within her orbit : still I swing
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… I watch and wait an hour ? Nay, by the Gods, what gallant mast cuts yon horizon like a tower ? He comes, he comes, he comes. Oh hither, mine hand- maids, bind me neck to knee, Lest I should fling my body thitherwhere my soul standsacross the sea.
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BATHYLLUS 89 Not babes to the war of the ages Thy dews of devotion 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 corr…
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115 THE ARCHÆOLOGIST The carmined lips of your moustachioed mouth ; The fading fires in your debauched grey eyes With the black grooves about them, each a trench Where some dead soldier rots, a sterile stench All of you, ripe and rotten, athwart the lies Of paint and powder, false fanfares of youth That blare, yet passionate ache their tongue were true Hag of the pit, what should I make of you ? I will legitimize the bastard spell ! Take all your falsehood, weld it with my force. Now then, Canidia, match thy miracle With mine, old medlar ! Th…
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…I came unto the well, my soul. In that still glass, I saw no sign Of him, and yetwhat visions there uproll To cloud that mirror-soul of mine ? Above my head there screams a flying scroll Whose word burnt through My being as when stars drop in black disastrous dew. X For in that scroll was written how the globe Of space became ; of how the light
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…ossal ghosts, like storms ! I did abide in the most holy hall And let the dread word fall, Nor bade the red axe falter There as I bowed mine head Upon the amber altar, And shed my life out there before ye all, Careless if I had summoned from the skies Some young true God, or spoiled the sacrifice, And were but dead as any man is dead ! So I have given up my inmost life Even unto you, sweet wife, Carelessyet conscious of the babe-stirred womb Of some dread Mother older than the Tomb, Wiser than Life, more pitiful than Death.