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1910 · PDF PAGE 122

The Winged Beetle

…ld Your body’s 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 touch—the world went right, Its destiny distorted ! III Still no word of this Though now we surely knew How miss the abyss of bliss, When all the ambergris

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1910 · PDF PAGE 72

The Winged Beetle

…TER JUDGMENT For while I praised the pearl-clear skin, The bright lithe body’s supple growth, By God ! I could not even begin To say one word about her mouth ! God ! hadst Thou given me that one word, I now might praise Thee, though Thou damn. But oh ! 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 a…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 148

The Winged Beetle

… dead In feeling as in motion. This remains To ask : Will all catch death—how soon ? This head Excites its miserable brains To think the word it knows by intellect To be the right word—pity ! Then reflect : “ Pitiful ! Pitiful ! most pitiful ! The pity of it ! Think of the love past, Blossoms too beautiful ! Think of the hardships conquered comrade-wise ! Think of the babe and its most piteous end ! ” —All these things sound like lies. I do not comprehend Anything of them—“ Pity ! pity ! pity ! ” ’Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rain Fro…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 102

The Winged Beetle

… 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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1910 · PDF PAGE 91

The Winged Beetle

… or far withdrawn Into the shrines of solitude unstirred ?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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1910 · PDF PAGE 158

The Winged Beetle

148 THE JEW OF FEZ His bullied servants overheard This wicked renegado-word. Four soldiers dragged the Jew away To prison on that very day. The Cadi and the Caid wept ; They thought a promise should be kept. “ Be calm ” (said they) “ and do not strive ! We think of burning you alive.” “ Shame ! ” said the wretch. “ ’Tis cruel to Burn me because I am a Jew ! ” The wise old Cadi wagged his head. “ I do not see a Jew,” he said. “ This clear distinction must be made. We only burn a renegade.” The fire they burnt Abdullah at Went merrily ; for he wa…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 108

The Winged Beetle

…d 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 darts of horror and doubt !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 32

The Winged Beetle

…gh his elfin beard. Then what art thou ? the evil whisper whirred. I doubt me sorely if the hermit heard. To all God’s 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, their prospects so enlarged That one by one the patients were discharged. God asked him by what right he i…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 136

The Winged Beetle

…ery wheel This passion that consumeth me, Music that mars man’s 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 birth’s reward, And folly be the prize of wit,

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1910 · PDF PAGE 54

The Winged Beetle

…hites ; Satan dropped down even as up soared God ; Whores prayed and danced with anchorites. So in my book the even matched the odd : No word I wrote Therein, but sealed it with the signet of the goat. XXXII This also I seal up. Read thou herein Whose eyes are blind ! Thou may’st behold Within the wheel (that alway seems to spin All ways) a point of static gold. Then may’st thou out therewith, and fit it in That extreme sphere Whose boundless farness makes it infinitely near.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 38

The Winged Beetle

…atter 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 night ! Like a star that streams from heaven Through the virgin airs light-riven, From the life there shot and fell An admirable miracle. Carved minute and clean, a key Of pu…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 174

The Winged Beetle

… feather ; the universe swings Poised on the stealth of ineffable wings. Surely the sable Osirian bird Sole in the æther shall utter the Word Now that its crying can never be heard !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 47

The Winged Beetle

… no sign Of him, and yet—what 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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1910 · PDF PAGE 48

The Winged Beetle

…thdrew that Whole, and hid it in the lobe Of his right Ear, So that the Universe one dewdrop did appear. XI Yea ! and the end revealed a word, a spell, An incantation, a device Whereby the Eye of the Most Terrible Wakes from Its wilderness of ice To flame, whereby the very core of hell Bursts from its rind, Sweeping the world away into the blank of mind. XII So then I saw my fault ; I plunged within The well, and brake the images That I had made, as I must make—Men spin The webs that snare them—while the knees Bend to the tyrant God, or unto Si…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 49

The Winged Beetle

…: Crushed its black juice out, while His anger shook His dumbness pregnant with a curse. I made me ink, and in a little book I wrote one word That God himself, the adder of Thought, had never heard. XV It detonated. Nature, God, mankind Like sulphur, nitre, charcoal, once Blended, in one annihilation blind Were rent into a myriad of suns. Yea ! all the mighty fabric of a Mind Stood in the abyss, Belching a Law for That more awful than for This. XVI Vain was the toil. So then I left the wood And came unto the still black sea, That oily monster o…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 46

The Winged Beetle

…wed and satyr-lipped ; Crushed, as a grape between his teeth, my fears ; Sucked out my life And stamped me with the shame, the monstrous word of wife. VI I will not weep ; nay, I will follow him. Perchance he is not far, Bathing his limbs in some delicious dim Depth, where the evening star May kiss his mouth, or by the black sky’s rim He makes his prayer To the great serpent that is coiled in rapture there.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 14

The Winged Beetle

…loom ; As, in our life, confronting the black forms— Colossal 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, Careless—yet conscious of the babe-stirred womb Of some dread Mother older than the Tomb, Wise…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 21

The Winged Beetle

ROSA COELI 11 I mock with the weak word of wife, I was sucked down into the crater rim, Into the crimson damask dim Candescent cave of night— O then I mock myself with words ! They are like cardinal-coloured birds And honey-coloured doves : Yet one thing mortal serves to name another As mortal as itself. Why must our deathless loves Be stained by the black-hearted mother That called things by dead names ? The sunny elf Language shall play with the ethereal flames But never dare approach The central and volcanic fire, The inmost Force, nor, like…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 147

The Winged Beetle

…st clout Of a leper ! Leave me here, corruptest of earth’s whores To scrape my sores Cry like a dog and run about the city ! There is no word left, now the deed is dead ! No thought of her is in me ; I am a stranger To all that dream of danger And bliss that Rose was. The green shoots

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1910 · PDF PAGE 145

The Winged Beetle

…o like heaven—and heaven’s somehow to earn No doubt—no way that I know ! Hell’s enough If hell would only burn And silence the one devil-word of love. Ay ! death slinks off. I have a child that claims my life To keep from knowledge of her mother’s fate, To keep from heritage thereof, To shield from the world’s scoff, To watch, stamp out the seeds of madness in her. God ! that hast held me back from hate, Be merciful to me a sinner And ward me, warding her ! As it is written : Excepting Adonai build the house, they labour In vain that build it. …

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