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1910 · PDF PAGE 225

The Winged Beetle

215 WOMAN THE whole wide world is meat-of-murderess For thee, foul woman, cruel from idleness. To whet thy teeth at this ferocious play Thy rat-trap needs a man’s heart every day. Thine eyes, lit up like shops or booths that flare When all the world keeps holiday, still glare, Using a borrowed power with insolence, Ignoring beauty’s law that lent them sense. Blind wheel and deaf, of Hell in travail curled ! Brave tool that drinks the blood of all the world ! Hast thou no shame ? and hast thou no alarm Whose mirror shows thee thy decaying charm …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 22

The Winged Beetle

…ould you were a sow And these my verses were your squealing farrow, That they might suck the milk of your perfection Unto them, that the world’s ear might be won, The world’s heart melted now, The world’s mind drawn from its dejection, By the sure fact that not in idle dream But sole in sense supreme Certainly visible and tangible Were you, O Rose, whose root remotest hell Nourishes, and whose top flowers higher than the Throne Of the Eternal one. Thou shouldst not leave me alone To gaze upon the sun And take the glory of his excellence— Not un…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 140

The Winged Beetle

…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 worse than death ; And all this wasted breath Of…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 12

The Winged Beetle

…seven ; Only the one moon in the orchard close In the one hour that unto love is given Of all the hours of bliss ; Only the one joy in a world of woes ; Only the one spark in the storm-cloud riven ; Only the one shaft through the rose-dawn driven, Thy shaft, Eros ! Not as Apollo or as Artemis Loosing gray death from golden thong To slay the poet in a song, The lover in a kiss ; But to divide the inmost marrow With that ensanguine arrow ; But to unite each bleeding part Of that most universal heart ; Leaving us slaves, and kings ; Bound, and wit…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 40

The Winged Beetle

…le She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail The barren rose-tree to renew Her life with that disastrous dew, Building the rose o’ the world alight With music out of the pale moonlight ! O She is like the river of blood That broke from the lips of the bastard god, When he saw the sacred mother smile On the ibis that flew up the foam of Nile Bearing the limbs unblessed, unborn, That the lurking beast of Nile had torn ! So (for the world is weary) I These dreadful souls of sense lay by. I sacrifice these impure shoon To the cold ray of the wani…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 23

The Winged Beetle

…ense, But sending forth thy rays life-pearled As a bridegroom squandering his strength upon the bride —Thou art sufficient to redeem the world. XIII O ! is the secret of the starry deep Nothing but pain and pleasure, grief and joy ? Is God a wanton boy To play with us so bitter cheap By such a jewelled light ? Be thine the power, Rose of the Stars, in this thy tortured hour When the wee lips that clung to thee are cold, To give the world a light of other gold From that men hoard, from that the suns afford In their implacable cars As they roll o…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 66

The Winged Beetle

56 THE HAWK AND THE BABE See yon solitary star ! What a world of blackness wraps Round it ! Unimagined gaps ! Let it be ! Content thy car With the voyage to things that are ! Nor, an thou perchance behold How I plunge and batten on Earth’s exenterate carrion, Deem torquoise match midden-mould Or deny the Hawk of Gold !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 154

The Winged Beetle

…rs, passion-crowned ! Death your holiest sacrament, Life mere garlands that you wound Laughing on your brows, and rent ! Fare ye well, O world-renowned ! Enter into great content !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 207

The Winged Beetle

MR TODD 197 Oh, loving Father of all, what a world Thou hast made ! What a gift is life ! How much it holds of love and laughter ! Is there anything more, anything better ? I cannot believe it. Is there anything, anybody that could make me happier ? THOMAS. Mr. Todd. [Enter TODD. EUPHEMIA. Good afternoon, Mr. Todd ! So glad to see you ! Why, how strange you look ! What have you to say to me ? [TODD whispers in her ear. EUPHEMIA. How splendid ! You mean it ? It is true ? Better than all the rest ! Come, come ! [She throws her arm round his neck …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 43

The Winged Beetle

…owers In the chalice of the flowers, More intoxicating than All the purple grapes of Pan. Ah ! my proper lips are stilled. Only, all the world is filled With the echo, that drips over Like the honey from the clover. Passion, penitence, and pain Seek their mother’s womb again, And are born the triple treasure, Peace and purity and pleasure. ——Hush, my child, and come aloft Where the stars are velvet soft !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 160

The Winged Beetle

150 SONG The World for a whore ! The Sky for a harlot ! All life—at your door— For a woman of scarlet ! A bitter exchange A bad bargain to strike ? It May seem to you strange : The fact is—I like it ! II You offer me gold, Place, power and pleasure To have and to hold— Inexhaustible treasure ! I’ll give it and more In this planet of boredom For a girl that’s a whore, And is proud of her whoredom !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 139

The Winged Beetle

…less naught, Brake all the wings and waves of time and thought, So in the quivering flame that hurled Its founts of life to the remotest world Supreme stood Death, and sware Destruction to all things that were ! IV Child, father, warrior, I worshipped Thee before ; Friend, bridegroom, now I yield me to the rod. My God, and very God of very God As breath, as death, as all, as naught, unknown, Known, is there not an end, when one alone Stand I, and thou, and He Arisen above all things that be ?

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1910 · PDF PAGE 122

The Winged Beetle

… 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 234

The Winged Beetle

… Ships (glad to wander) Sleep sound with their wings close-furled ! It is to fulfil Thy lightest will That they come from the end of the world. The sun as it falls Clothes the fields, the canals, The city itself in a robe Of azure and gold— The warm light shall enfold With slumber the passionate globe. There, all is peace and ecstasy ; Pleasure, calm, and luxury !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 138

The Winged Beetle

…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 burning tongue Of God to God that clung

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1910 · PDF PAGE 152

The Winged Beetle

142 IN MEMORIAM E. R. et E. H. STRIP, dear ! Naked-pure you lie— Surely we are done with dreams ! Open to the world’s wide eye ! Let them know, sweet, how it seems (To a love like ours) to die ! So, 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 …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 109

The Winged Beetle

… 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 92

The Winged Beetle

… AU BAL A VISION of flushed faces, shining limbs, The Madness of the music that entrances All life in its delirium of dances ! The white world glitters in the void, and swims Through infinite seas of transcendental trances. Yea ! all the hoarded seed of all my fancies Bursts in a shower of suns ! The wine-cup brims And bubbles over ; I drink deep the hymns Of sorceries, of spells, of necromancies And all my spirit shudders ; dew bedims My sight—these girls and their alluring glances ! Their eyes that burn like dawn’s lascivious lances Waking al…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 161

The Winged Beetle

…still be strong ! For we will live as we would die. Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. Though ruin wash the world in blood, Though death devour, though time decay,

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1910 · PDF PAGE 39

The Winged Beetle

… the secret of the key : Sic pervenias. And he Went his wizard way, inweaving Dreams of things beyond believing. When he will, the weary world Of the senses closely curled Like a serpent round his heart Shakes herself and stands apart. So the heart’s blood flames expanding, Strenuous, urgent, and commanding ; And the key unlocks the door Where his love lies evermore. She is of the faery blood ; All smaragdine flows its flood. Glowing in the amber sky To ensorcelled porphyry. She hath eyes of glittering flake Like a cold grey water-snake.

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