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From this my voluntary pain, My dread initiation, long Desired and long deferred? The Master— Ts he the secret of the song, Portent of triumph or disaster The night wind breathes upon the air Still shimmering from the fearful heat? Can I still trust who have learned to dare? All others I have known effete, Bid them await. Who knows to-day The purpose of the dread essay? Surely I, earlier, further fared! I knew the deed that closes clay, Division’s sword by sense unbared, A living lie. The deep delusion! Dividuality—confusion ! These I unmasked …
1906 · PDF PAGE 23
‘* Nay,” said the barber, ‘‘ long ago he passed Where all delights are ’stinguished at the last, And all good things forgotten, wallahy! He died—aha now !—no—yes—let me see! Ten years, three months, four days, as I’m a sinner, Since Hassan let the—shame—at Ali’s dinner.” 15
1906 · PDF PAGE 28
…uddle close and crown me king! Drink, drink our fill of love at last—a little while and we shall die, O kissable Tarshitering! Droop the long lashes: close the eyes with eyelids like a beetle’s wing! Light the slow smile, ephemeral as ever a painted butterfly, Certain to close into a kiss, certain to fasten on me and sting! 20
1906 · PDF PAGE 117
…unny side of things—and ladies— Engages my attention. Well! You know enough of life in Hell. I was an altruist, my brothers! My life one long kind thought for others: For me six maidens wear the willow :— Poisoning is a peccadillo. Hence I’m disposed to give advice, Simple, if possibly not nice; Shun life! an awkward task and deep. But if you cannot, then—shun sleeep! (Suppose I thus had prophesied, Gone to my wife to bed, and died !) 109
1906 · PDF PAGE 94
…nt of the revolving clay Made me most wondrous merry. Earth, after an agonizing bout, Had swallowed up a widow clean. The issue hung for long in doubt :— —QOh! anybody can make out The mystery I mean. The dead were dancing with the worms; The live were laughing with their lemans; The dead-alive were making terms With God, and notaries, and germs, With house-agents and demons. 86
1906 · PDF PAGE 22
… house to sup. They ate, passed round the full forbidden cup, Till, in an interval of dance and song, Hassan forgot his manners—loud and long. Struck with confusion, forth he fares, takes ship To utmost Ind and far-off Serendip. Full forty years he there abides: at last, Rich and respected, he contemns the past :— ‘* If I declare myself, there ’s hope, I wot, Hassan ’s remembered, and his fault forgot !—” Determines to revisit home. Sweet airs Accomplishing the voyage, he repairs Unto the barber. ‘‘Tell me of the state! Haroun still holds the r…
1906 · PDF PAGE 88
Also the taste of dust long dead Of ancient queens corrupt and fair Struck through the temple, subtly sped By demons dominant of the air. Last, on the flesh there came a touch Like sucking mouths and stroking hands That laid their foul alluring smutch Even to the blood’s mad sarabands. So did the neophyte that would gaze Into dead Pharaoh’s awful eyes Start from incalculable amaze To clutch the initiate’s place and prize. He bore the blistering thought aloft: It blazed in battle on his plume: With sage and warrior enfeoffed, He rushed alone thr…
1906 · PDF PAGE 98
…ling 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 109
… 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 111
…ent On earth in his own element Will be content from flesh released. But he who strives to be a beast Or strives to be a god; would gain Long bliss for a few hours of pain, Or struggles for no matter what, Continues. I would rather not. Vv. That puzzle’s grief I did not share Because on earth I did not care. I met a grave philosopher— Had sought most nobly not to err Probing God’s Nature. See his lobes Swell with hell’s torment! Still he probes 103
1906 · PDF PAGE 34
…free. XM. There is no soul. See yonder gleams the starry shoal Of orbs incalculably vast. They are not present: they are past, Since the long march of shuddering light Made years the servants of its might. There is no soul. A. These stars thou seest Are but the figuring of thy brain. NV. Then of all things the 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 clo…
1906 · PDF PAGE 31
…houting for rapture over his prize, The maiden body of earth. Outrun The violent rays; the dawn is dashed In one swift moment into dust. Long lies the land with sunlight splashed, Brutally violate to his lust. Alone and naked I watched through The appalling hours of noon; I parched; I blistered: 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…
1906 · PDF PAGE 83
…own 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! And you—afar—some word of largesse fling Pitifully worded for mor…
1906 · PDF PAGE 50
…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 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