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Page 1 of 11906 · PDF PAGE 97
AVE MORS. O V1RGIN! O my sister! Hear me, death! The tainted kisses of the harlot life Sicken me; hers is foul and fevered breath, This noisome woman I have made my wife. She lies asweat, aslime. O hear me, thon ! Wash with thy tears this desecrated brow ! With cool chaste kisses cleanse me! Lay me out, Wrapped in a spotless winding-sheet, and soothe These nerves ill nuzzled by the black swine’s snout With thine eternal anodyne of truth! The foul beast grunts and snorts; but hear me, death! Thy wings are wind-white as her hoofs are dunged. Thy …
1906 · PDF PAGE 42
…h is hell! So do I laugh, and the hideous coarse Peals like applause re-echo and cease. Here in the close and noisome cave, Drunk on the breath of the thieves and whores Close as they cram in the maw of the pit, Sick with the stench of the kisses that rave Round me, surfeiting sense, in scores; Mad with their meaning, I smoke and sit Riming at random through my teeth, Gray with the mire of the slough beneath, Deep in the hearts that revel in it, Drowned in the breath of the hell that pours In the heart of Paris its infamous wave. Damning the so…
1906 · PDF PAGE 86
…d like twin planets ruby-red. Enswathed, enthroned, the halls of gloom Echo the agony of the dead. Silent and stark the Pharaoh sate: No breath went whispering, hushed or scared. Only that red incarnate hate Through pylon after pylon flared. As in the blood of murdered things The affrighted augur shaking skries Earthquake and ruinous fate of kings, Famine and desperate destinies, So in the eyes of Pharaoh shone The hate and loathing that compel 78
1906 · PDF PAGE 101
The agéd man lifted 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
1906 · PDF PAGE 81
…ther, gnash Thy teeth upon my willing flesh! Thy chain of skulls wild music clash! Thy bosom bruise my own afresh! Sri Maharani! draw my breath Into the hollow lungs of death! There is no light, nor any motion. There is no mass, nor any sound. Still, in the lampless heart of ocean, Fasten me down and hold me drowned Within thy womb, within thy thought, Where there is naught—where there is naught ! 73
1906 · PDF PAGE 93
…That the soldier tasted there. And beyond the magnificent joy of death Shears through the sky, as a flame Ripping the air, the lightning breath Of the nation’s resonant fame. Hail! to the Hachiman deed well done! To the virile strength of a man! To the stainless blaze of the Rising Sun, The glory of Japan! 85
1906 · PDF PAGE 98
…thine empire over me. O virgin, O my sister! Hear me, death! Thou hast a sleep compelling soul and mind. Thine is the sweet insufferable breath That comes like Bessarabia’s twilight wind To bring a quiet coolth from day’s long heat, Peace to the belly gorged with blood and meat}; Stars for the sun that smote, for fire slow streams, For the simoom the zephyr’s cooing kiss, Deep sleep at last from all the evil dreams, And rest, the possibility of bliss.
1906 · PDF PAGE 91
…aste her mouth? Who on her mount and ride? Look to the North, the West, the South! There is carnage vulture-eyed. Then who will suck the breath of death, The swift and glittering bride ? The bride that clings as a snare with springs To the warrior’s stricken side? A shudder struck the hidden men As the maniac’s mouthings ceased. Then, kindling, rose a roar: ‘‘ Spread, spread the furtive feast ! The wine of agony pour! The fruit of valour pluck! The meat of murder suck! ‘* Sweet are the songs of her throat ! Soft are the strokes of her fan! 83
1906 · PDF PAGE 31
…ing 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
1906 · PDF PAGE 50
…m I hear the racing of a heart to love me. Your blood is beating like a wind-blown blossom With rapture that you mingle it in mine! Your breath is fresh as foam and keen as wine! Intoxicating glories are your glances! Your bodily beauty grips my soul and dances Its maddening measures in my heart and brain! 44