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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 103
…its dams and sires. There is no hill, there is no pit. They have no mark to hit. It is enough. Closed is the sphere. There is no more to hear. They perish not; they do not thrive. They are at rest, alive, The Seven Wise Men of Martaban; And, moribund, the man. 95
1906 · PDF PAGE 10
… are moods, in which the heights are attained indirectly, and through man’s struggle with the elemental powers. In these poems you shall hear the laughter of the gods and of the devils; understand their terrors and ecstasies; live in their heavens and hells. But I not only heard and understood and lived; I sounded and imposed and begat: you must also do both, or the universe will still be a mystery to you as to the others.
1906 · PDF PAGE 70
…, 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 spin ! In snowy vales, untrodden lands, Let there be storm, and bearded bands Of robbers pass around the bubbling skin! 62
1906 · PDF PAGE 116
XI, One thing makes me weep He was wise one way, and scorned sleep. Wherefore he sleeps not, does not hear That still small dreadful voice of fear. Therefore he realizes not That this is his eternal lot. Therefore he suffers not at all. XII. Luckier is he than one, a small Wild girl, whose one desire on earth Was to—be blunt with it !—give birth To children. Here she’s fairly in it! Pumps out her fourteen babes a minute; Her (under chloroform) the voice Bids to be gleesome and rejoice: *© No sterile God balks ¢hime endeavour. This sort of thing…
1906 · PDF PAGE 98
…s bed of nastiness, this putrid sea; For not by any amorous tricks of wit Shalt thou regain 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 34
… soul were freest 4. Move then the centre of thy pain! XN. *Tis done. A. A trick to cheat a child. NV. It is the truth that I am naught. Hear what I have gathered in the wild, Flowers of imperishable thought With glory and with rapture clothed. This being, thinking, loved or loathed, 26
1906 · PDF PAGE 83
…you are! To Cruelty’s add calm’s analysis! You love me? Yes—then crown me a bearded Sar Bull-breasted by my sleek Semiramis! Did you not hear those men below? They spoke Of one I think you have forgotten long; Talked of his ruined life—half as a joke— But I— But I—it is my whole heart’s song! I love you when I think of his pale lips Twitching, and all his curls of gold awry; Your smile of poison as he sighs and sips; Your half-scared laughter as his heart-beats die— Let him creep on, a shattered, ruined thing! A ship dismasted on a dreadful sea…
1906 · PDF PAGE 50
…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 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