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Page 1 of 11906 · PDF PAGE 43
A NUGGET FROM A MINE. A MINER laboured in a mine. (The poet dreamed) By coarse and fine He shovelled dust into a trolley. ‘* But this” (the poet said) ‘‘ is folly! Take up your pick, engage in shock At the foundation of the rock!” The miner swore. ‘* You —— fool! You clever ! go to school And college and be ——-! Strike you! There ain’t no sense in forty like you! If I don’t clear this muck, the pick Will foul and jam, slip, swerve, or stick. Clear off the chips, the blow goes true. Now, mister, off, my to you!” The last oath faded in the air. T…
1906 · PDF PAGE 21
…rioting in the dreary house With blood and wine and roses splashed and spilt About thy dabbling feet, and aching jaws Whose tongue licks mine, twin asps like moons that curl, Red moons of blood! Whose catlike body claws, Like a white swan raping a jet-black girl, Mine, with hysteric laughter! O white cat! O windy star blown sideways up the sky! Twin cat, twin star, ’tis night; the owl and bat Hoot, scream; ’tis us they call—to love or die. Twin cat, our broomsticks wait: we'll fly afar! .We'll blaze about the unlighted sky, twin star! 13
1906 · PDF PAGE 121
Kneel down, dear maiden o’ mine, and let your eyes Get knowledge with a soft and glad surprise! Who would have thought you would have had it in you? Say nothing: on the contrary, continue! 113 I
1906 · PDF PAGE 90
BANZAI! THERE leapt upon a breach and laughed A royally maniac man. A bitter craft Is mine, he saith, O soldiers of Japan ! I am the brothel-knave of death, The grimly courtesan. Now who will up and kiss her lips, Or grip her breast and bone? The subtle life she shears and snips Is harder gained than gone; The lover’s laughter whom she clips Is but a dying groan. She lieth not on a gilded bed In the city without the city. 82
1906 · PDF PAGE 17
…t wage 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 36
… A. Nay: Buddha smiles; ’twas Jesus wept! Arise, O brother and adept! XN. Master! A. The torture-hours are past. V. The peace of pain is mine at last. 28
1906 · PDF PAGE 49
…g not to care; Half-man again—a mere terrestrial ball Thus breaking up a spiritual thrall— Eh, my philosophers ?—half-man may yet deter- mine To get back manhood, shake the tree from bats: To change the trope a shade—get rid of vermin By using William Shakespeare’s ‘‘ Rough on Rats.” VI. Ah, love, dear love, sole queen of my affection, Guess you not yet what wheel of thought is spun? How out of dawn’s tumultuous dejection And not from noon springs up the splendid sun? Not till the house is swept and garnished well Rise seven other devils out of…
1906 · PDF PAGE 45
Still red, but red with the ecstasy of blood. Dear love, dear wife, dear mother of the child Whose fair faint features are a match for mine, Lurks there no secret where your body smiled, No serpent in the generous draught of wine? Did I guess all, who guessed your life well given Up to my kiss? Aha! the veil is riven! Beneath the smiling mask of a young bride Languorous, luscious, melancholy-eyed; Beneath the gentle raptures, hints celestial Of holy secrets, kisses like soft dew, Beneath the amorous mystery, I view The surer shape, a visage gri…
1906 · PDF PAGE 9
…io venit odore domum Sed furtiva dedit muta munuscula nocte. TO LOLA BENTROVATA. Go sunnily through my garden of flowers, dear maiden 0’ mine, and once in a while you shall come upon some grotesque Chinese dragon with huge and hideous eyes leering round the delight of the daffodils; or it may be some rude Priapus look- ing over the calm rock-shadowed beauty of the lake; or even, hanging amid the glory of elm or beech, an human skeleton, whose bones shall rattle in the breeze, and from whose eyeless sockets shall glare—?—lI dare not bid you gues…
1906 · PDF PAGE 50
…n 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