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A FRAGMENT.' In the midst of the desert of Libya, on a mound of sand, lieth a young man alone and naked. Nightfall. NIGHT the voluptuous, night the chaste Spreads her dark limbs, a vaulted splendour, Above the intolerable waste. Night the august one, night the tender Queens it and brides it unto me. I am the soul serenely free; I dare to seek the austere ordeal That drags the hoodwink of the Real Back from the Maker’s livid eyes Lustred with hate. At noon I came Blind in the desert, saw the sun Leap o’er the edge, a fury of flame 1 Intended as …
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…ur sensuous touch shall quit me quite: I am at swiving strain with sin— I'll touch the stars, the blood run thin From the torn breast of Night, my mother Night. 65 F
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… 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 of yore. - To-day The …
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My berries from the rustling bough :— Return, and eat, and sleep. Allow For me, the silence and the night; Life, peace; and death, a welcome wight. 50
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…ain! No loftier purpose willed The iron miracle of death. So, blind and strangled, I survive. So, with my skin a single scar, I hail the night, the night alive With Hathor for the evening star. O beauty! See me broken, burned Lone on the languorous Lybian plain! Is there one lesson to be learned 23
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…he cold and desolate road. Horror is sure of a safe abode Here in this heart, too pale for prayers, While over the Halls avenging stands Night, like a devil, with lidless eyes. 37
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…Support the Arahat’s abode. Who grasps one truth, beholds one light, Becomes that truth, that light; discedes From dark and deliquescent night, From futile thoughts and fatuous deeds. Your girl, your gems, your mournful tones Irk not perfection with their goad. One thing I know—a set of bones Is travelling on upon this road !” 98
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… icy glimmer Shows dimmer, dimmer The 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
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TARSHITERING. NEPALI LOVE-SONG. O KISSABLE Tarshitering! the wild bird calls its mate—and I? Come to my tent this night of May, and cuddle 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
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…e iron and brass :— } So swift they pass And grind us down :—we hold the wondrous light Our scattering sight Yet sees, the one star in a night of woe. We trust, and so Lift up our voices in the dying day Indeed to pray: O little hands that are so soft and strong, Lead us along !
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SAID. THE spears of the night at her onset Are lords of the day for a while, The magical green of the sunset, The magical blue of the Nile. Afloat are the gales In our slumberous sails On the beautiful breast of the Nile. We have swooned through the midday, exhausted By the lips—they are whips—of the sun, The horizon befogged and befrosted By the haze and the grays and the dun Of the whirlings of sand Let loose on the land By the wind that is born of the sun. 5I
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AU CAVEAU DES INNOCENTS. : 28th Oct., 1904. NIGHT, like a devil, with lidless eyes, Stands avenging over the Halls. Sleep there is none, for day awaits Tokens of toil; there is none that dies, Death being rest; there is none that calls, Voice being human; only the Fates Rattle the dice at a sombre game, Game without goal of peace or fame. Sinister, sombre, horrors and hates Lurk in the shadows, under the walls. Light deceives, and the darkness lies. Love there is none; he is child of peace: Joy there is none; she is bride of force: Thought ther…
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…h: I burn To live that later lives may learn. XIV. Simple to say; to do complex! That we this higher type of man May surely generate, o’ nights Our lesser brains we vainly vex. Our knowledge lacks; we miss the plan. Fools hope our luck will set to rights Our skill that ’s baulked. Yet now we know At least the way we wish to go. XV. This task assume! Colossal mind And toil transcending, concentrate Not on the metaphysic wild; Not on the deserts vast and blind Of dark Religion; not on Fate, The barren ocean; but the Child Shows us a beacon in the…
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…an 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
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… no more. So we, Since hope must be, Look to the future, to the chance minute That life may shoot Some flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray? Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak To stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and.deed ! To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes 57
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Then the ruin of night we beheld As the sun stormed the heights of the sky With his myriad swords, and compelled The pale tremblers, the planets, to fly. He drave from their place All the stars for a space, From their bastioned towers in the sky. Thrilled through to the marrow with heat We abode (as we glode) on the river. Every arrow he launched from his seat, From the white inexhaustible quiver, Smote us right through, Smote us and slew, As we rode on the rapturous river. Sweet sleep is perfection of love. To die into dreams of my lover, To w…
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…rm! O god embowelled in curves of bronze! The shuddering of a sudden storm To mix me with thy minions The lost, who wait through endless night, And wait in vain, to see the light. For I am utterly consumed In thee, in thee am broken up. The life upon my lips that bloomed Is crushed into a deadly cup, Whose devilish spirit squats and gloats Upon the thirst that rots our throats. Gape wide, O hideous mouth, and suck — This heart’s blood, drain it down, expunge This sweltering life of mire and muck! Squeeze out my passions as a sponge, a1
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…ble delight, Let slave and king, let death and dance Shake off their forms, and clothe their light In shrouds of sepulchre, the starless night ! Let song and cry leave tune and tone, Perish uncried and die unsung! Nature, the monotonic moan Roared by the river, thunder alone:— The Hoang-Ho, its note, the monstrous Kung! 64
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…on shudder and sink In a furnace of tremulous blue; We stood on the mystical brink Of the day as it sprang to us through The veil of the night, And the babe of the light Was begotten in the caves of the dew. My lover and I were awake When the noise of the dawn in our ears Burst out like a storm or a snake Or the rush of the Badawi spears. Dawn of desire! But thy kiss was as fire To thy lovers and princes and peers. 52
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…re naught at all, in this! But brown Habiba’s fawn-wide gaze And white Zuleikha’s drowsy glance Woo me to waking unto day’s Delight from night’s unmeasured trance :— To drink, to dally, to desire, to dance. Ah! beautiful and firm your hips, Habib! ah! coolthsome your caress, Zuleikha! soft your honey lips— The tongue of pleasure subtly sips The wine that age distils, and calls distress. 66