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…I MOVED. Remote from fear and pain The white worms revelled in my brain. Who travelled live may travel dead; The soul’s no tenant of the head. They had hanged my body by the neck; Bang went the trap. A little speck Shot idly upon consciousness Unconscious of the head’s distress When with dropped jaw the body swung So queer and limp; the purple tongue Shooting out swollen and awry. Men cheered to see the poisoner die. Not he! He grinned one visible grin, The last; then, muffled in his sin, IIe lived and moved unseen of those Nude souls that masq…
1906 · PDF PAGE 51
Looked tenderly upon me!) all the red Raving round you like a glory shed Upon the excellent wonder of your head; The blue all massed within your marvellous eyes; The gold a curtain of their harmonies As in a master canvas of de Ryn;' But ever central glowed the royal sun, A miracle cartouche upon the edge Of the opalescent waters slantwise seen. This oval sealed with grave magnificence Stamped you my queen. Thus looked your lips to one Who stood a casual on life’s slippery ledge, A blind bat hanging from the tree of sense Head downward, gorged …
1906 · PDF PAGE 26
…le with pleasure, 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
1906 · PDF PAGE 13
PROLOGUE. VIA VITAE. I. My head is split. The crashing axe Of the agony of things shears through The stupid skull: out spurt the brains. The universe revolves, then cracks, Then roars in dissolution due; And I am counting up the gains And losses of a life afire With dust of thought and dulled desire. Il, So, all is over. I admit Futility the lord of will. Life was an episode, for me 5
1906 · PDF PAGE 102
…se the ruddy and fair; He was right debonair. They twain to upper air and lower Advanced the eyes of power. Ay! but above the dead man’s head A lotus-flower was spread. Thence dripped the Amrita, whereby Life learneth not to die. The seventh in silence tended it Against the horror of the pit. ITI. Thus in a cage of wisdom lay The dead man, live as they. They hold him sacred from the sun, From death and dissolution. Within the charmédd space is naught Possible unto thought. 94
1906 · PDF PAGE 100
…e A sign: my heart doth ache. At that the kingly man, the fourth, Rose up and spat against the North. Then made the dying man a sign: My head is running like strong wine. 92
1906 · PDF PAGE 70
Zuleikha, on whose marble knees My bearded head is lazily lain, Shows like some stirring of the breeze Fluctuant in the poppied grain, No more at all: the vulgar sense is slain. Of all the world alone abides The faint perfume of Patchouli, That subtle death in love; it glides Across the opening dream, derides The fetich folly, immortality. Awake, O dream! Let distant bells And vague muezzins haunt the ear, Gaunt camels kneel by dusky wells, Imagination greyly hear: Allahu akbar! Allahu kabir! Over inhospitable sands Let the simoom its columns s…
1906 · PDF PAGE 95
… and to chatter. They bring their wreaths to deck the dead, As skipping-ropes the devils use them. One through the immortelles perks his head. [These sights to ghosties are as bread ; The luckless living lose them.] 87
1906 · PDF PAGE 55
Is it that so the wheel may whirl again, That some dull devil in my ear may show me: ‘* For Johnthe Baptist’s head—so danced Salome!”? VIII. Then, in God’s name forbear! It does not matter. Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter. Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well. For heaven they balance us an equal hell. We discard both ; an infinite Universe Remains; we sum it up—an infinite curse. So—am I aman? I lack my wife’s embrace. Am I outworn? I see the harlot’s face. Is the love better and the knowledge worse? Shall I seek kn…
1906 · PDF PAGE 17
…e of evidence. The clod, the God, the spar, the star Mete in thy measure, as they are xi. So lifts the agony of the world From this mine head, that bowed awhile Before the terror suddenly shown. 9
1906 · PDF PAGE 50
… for a dream of youth and grace, Relume the magic aura that begirt you, Bless you for purity and life—a store ! An ever-running fountain-head of virtue To heal my soul and buckler it and harden! Your body is like ivory and silk! Your lips are like the poppies in the garden! Your face is like a wreath of flowers to crown me! Your eyes are wells wherein I long to drown me! Your hair is like a waterfall above me, A waterfall of sunset! In your bosom I hear the racing of a heart to love me. Your blood is beating like a wind-blown blossom With raptu…