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Leaps like a flame, a flame encharmed To fire the pyramid heaven-spanned Wherein dead Pharaoh sits and stares Swathed in the wrappings of the tomb, With eyes whose horror flits and flares Like corpse-lights glimmering in the gloom Till all’s a blaze, one roar of flame, Death universal, locked and linked :— Aha! one names the awful Name— The twin red planets are extinct. SI G
1906 · PDF PAGE 63
…e awful vaults we traverse. Were the sun Himself the one Glory of space, he would but illustrate The night of Fate. Are not the hosts of heaven in vain arrayed? Their light dismayed Before the vast blind spaces of the sky? O galaxy Of thousands upon thousands closely curled! Your golden world 55
1906 · PDF PAGE 53
…ined A lurking serpent in the mind, Deem not to catch some goodlier gain Than these; the goodliest prize were pain. Know that the utmost heaven is void Of aught save star or asteroid! Or, an it please thee, idly dream A God therein, a force supreme, 47
1906 · PDF PAGE 15
…ere then thy victory over Time? Vi. Wilt thou seek deeper than the fact? Take refuge in a city of mind? Build thee an house, and call it heaven? Rush on! there foams the cataract, Blind steersman leader of the blind, Sole devil herald of the seven Thy garnished halls should house, O Christ, Thou being dead, thou sacrificed 7
1906 · PDF PAGE 18
…en high Above his fellows, work thou well! As man, an incident minute And dim in time’s eternity, Work well! As man, no toy for hell And heaven to wrangle for, be mute! Let empty speculation stir The idle fool, the craven cur! XIII. Myself being idle for an hour I dare one thing to speculate: Namely, that life hath cusps yet higher On this our curve: a prize, a power Lies in our grasp: unthinking Fate Shall build a brain to nestle nigher 10
1906 · PDF PAGE 78
…on in a water spring!) To fill me with the utmost sense Of some divine experience. For who but she, the adulterous queen, Made earth and heaven with all its stars, The storm, the hunger epicene, The raging at invisible bars, The hideous cruelty of the whole?— These are of Kali, O my soul! The sterile force of bronze and gold Bends to my passion, as it grips With feverish claws the metal cold, And burns upon the brazen lips That, parted like a poppy bud, Have gemméd curves like moons of blood. The mazes of her many arms Delude the eye; they seem…
1906 · PDF PAGE 109
…ly paid Since Satan introduced Free Trade; And necessaries—woe is me !|— Are furnished to the damned soul free. Ill. God’s hell, Earth’s heaven, are not so far. Dinner brought oysters, caviar, ) Anchovies, truffles, curried rabbit (Bad for the apoplectic habit) While ancient brandy and champagne Washed down the dainties. Once again 1 Money-changer. Mexican dollars were long the sole currency on the Chinese coast. 101
1906 · PDF PAGE 55
…ame 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 knowledge and count love disgrace? Where is the profit in so idle a strife? The love of knowledge is the hate of life. 45
1906 · PDF PAGE 110
…ce and water. Sunk His cheeks and cold his blood. You see The fool was a damned soul like me; He had starved himself on earth in hope In heaven to banquet with the Pope, With God and Christ on either hand And all the angels’ choral band Playing sweet music. O the fool To treat earth as a baby’s school! 102
1906 · PDF PAGE 42
…d remorse. Crime we snatch, between spell and spell. Man is aglare, and is off unheard. Woman hath speech, of a single word. Hell may be heaven, for earth 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 …
1906 · PDF PAGE 9
…r every garden is the world; and in the world these are. So every cathedral is the world, and the archi- tect of Notre Dame deserved his heaven. To me life and death have most often appeared in majesty and beauty, in solemnity and horror; in I B