1906 · PDF PAGE 26
Gargoyles
…ure, O wonder of girls! Il. Rest is bliss, And bliss is rest, Give me a kiss If you love me best! Hold me like this With my head on your breast! 18
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Gargoyles
…e, he saith, O soldiers of Japan ! I am the brothel-knave of death, The grimly courtesan. Now who will up and kiss her lips, Or grip her breast and bone? The subtle life she shears and snips Is harder gained than gone; The lover’s laughter whom she clips Is but a dying groan. She lieth not on a gilded bed In the city without the city. 82
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1906 · PDF PAGE 59
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…or a while, The magical green of the sunset, The magical blue of the Nile. Afloat are the gales In our slumberous sails On the beautiful breast of the Nile. We have swooned through the midday, exhausted By the lips—they are whips—of the sun, The horizon befogged and befrosted By the haze and the grays and the dun Of the whirlings of sand Let loose on the land By the wind that is born of the sun. 5I
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1906 · PDF PAGE 62
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…eace for awhile! Let us pass in their luminous cars As a sob, as a sigh, as a smile! Love me and laze Through the languorous days On the breast of the beautiful Nile! May, 1905. 54
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1906 · PDF PAGE 69
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…Like sombre tides there flow and ebb Wonderful things! not to be told: Beautiful things! and images of gold. The touch of brown Habiba’s breast, The brimming lip, the cheek of down, The dainty dovelet in its nest: These fade, as ever a palimpsest Like autumn vanishes from gold to brown. 61
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1906 · PDF PAGE 101
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…ed his mouth And spat against the South. He clutched his throat in pang of death, As if he cried for breath. Whereat the second beat his breast And frowned upon the West. Then the man sighed, as if to say: The glow of life is gone away. At this the rusty and wroth released His eyes against the East. Then the man touched his navel, as He felt his life thence pass. Also he smote his spine; the base Of life burnt up apace. Then rose the many-coloured sage; He was right sad with age. 93
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1906 · PDF PAGE 77
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… O Kali, Kali, Kali, quell This hooded hate, O Queen of Hell! Her ruby-studded brow is calm; Her eyes shine like some sleepy flood ; Her breast is oliban and balm; Her tongue lolls out, a-dripping blood ; She swings my body to and fro; She breaks me on the wheel of woe! To her eternal rapture seems Mere nature; underneath the crown Of dusky emeralds there streams A river of bliss to sluice me down With blood and tears, to drown my thought, To bring my being into naught. 69
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1906 · PDF PAGE 114
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VIII. I did not sleep at all: but she:— O face of deathless agony! O torture of hell’s worm, to wrest From peace that miserable breast! Me, me she strikes in mid-delight Staggered and shattered at the sight, The moment that she slept. I laughed Thereat: the bowl I idly quaffed Was nectar: she amused me, so. You see, my friend, I did not know. I also slept at morn. Then, then, A low voice whispered in the den: ‘* Lucky young fellow! Brave and clever! This sort of thing goes on for ever,” IX, On earth I dreaded impotence, Age, death. You see, I h…
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1906 · PDF PAGE 73
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…d skin, Your sensuous touch shall quit me quite: I am at swiving strain with sin— I'll touch the stars, the blood run thin From the torn breast of Night, my mother Night. 65 F
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1906 · PDF PAGE 48
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…d! Ay, love, in that warm hour Wet with your kisses, the bewitching bud Flamed in the starlight; then our bed your bower Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood Whereon a man might sleep for ever, until Death should surprise him, kiss his weary will Into the last repose, profounder power Than life could compass. Now I tax my skill To find another holier name, some flower 38
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1906 · PDF PAGE 31
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…istered: all the ghastly crew Of mind’s sick horror mocked me; arched Tike flaming vault of hell and pressed Its passionate murder in my breast. Seven times I strove to slay me: filled My mouth with sand to choke my breath. In vain! No loftier purpose willed The iron miracle of death. So, blind and strangled, I survive. So, with my skin a single scar, I hail the night, the night alive With Hathor for the evening star. O beauty! See me broken, burned Lone on the languorous Lybian plain! Is there one lesson to be learned 23
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