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…nad, knit To man by mightier bonds than skill Of subtle-souled psychology May sever. Aim in chaos? None. The soul rolls senseless as the sun. III. Existence, as we know it, spins A fatal warp, a woof of woe. There is no place for God or soul. Works, hopes, prayers, sacrifices, sins Are jokes. The cosmos happened so: Innocent all of guide or goal. Else, what were man’s appointed term? To feed God’s friend, the coffn-worm! Iv. Laugh, thou immortal Lesbian! Thy verse runs down the runic ages. Where shalt thou be when sun and star, My sun, my star,…
1906 · PDF PAGE 59
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
1906 · PDF PAGE 63
…rough the lamps of sense. Intelligence Grows as we go. Alas: its 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
1906 · PDF PAGE 104
… re- volved Ever in closer coils serenely screwed About the Tenth Impurity. Dissolved All vision of his being but of one Thing only, his sun-whitened skeleton. II. A dainty lady sick of simple life, Chained to the cold couch of some vapid man, Put on her jewels, off the word of wife, Resolved to play the painted courtesan; 96
1906 · PDF PAGE 102
…nce tended it Against the horror of the pit. ITI. Thus in a cage of wisdom lay The dead man, live as they. They hold him sacred from the sun, From death and dissolution. Within the charmédd space is naught Possible unto thought. 94
1906 · PDF PAGE 94
LE JOUR DES MORTS. AT Paris upon Dead Man’s Day I danced into the cemetery. The air was cool; the sun was gay; The scent 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 30
…deal 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 the prologue to a history of an initiate in semi-dramatic form. 22
1906 · PDF PAGE 93
… the nation’s resonant fame. Hail! to the Hachiman deed well done! To the virile strength of a man! To the stainless blaze of the Rising Sun, The glory of Japan! 85
1906 · PDF PAGE 98
…e 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 61
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…
1906 · PDF PAGE 74
Nor shall the mind revoke at ease These myriad cressets from the sun; Constrained in sober destinies Thought’s river shall its ripples run Into the one, the one, the one, the one. Bursting the universe, a grip Girds me to God; aha! the bliss! Begone, frail tortures wrung from whip, Weak joys sucked hard from leman’s lip, Ye are naught at all, are 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 danc…
1906 · PDF PAGE 32
…ed, Their agony and hate proclaimed. . Is it that night shall kiss to peace The furious carnival that flamed Its ruinous ardour from the sun? 24,
1906 · PDF PAGE 51
…d within your marvellous eyes; The gold a curtain of their harmonies As in a master canvas of de Ryn;' But ever central glowed the royal sun, A miracle cartouche upon the edge Of the opalescent waters slantwise seen. This oval sealed with grave magnificence Stamped you my queen. Thus looked your lips to one Who stood a casual on life’s slippery ledge, A blind bat hanging from the tree of sense Head downward, gorged with sweet banana juice, Indifferent to—incapable of—aught Beyond these simple reflexes. Is thought, Even the highest thought, of a…
1906 · PDF PAGE 120
The King-Ghost girds me with his gibbering creatures, My dreams of old that never saw the sun. He shows me, in a mocking glass, their features, The twin fiends ‘‘ Might-have-been” and ‘* Should-have-done.” Keep us, by Jesu’s ruth, What time the King-Ghost grins the truth! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret, I had imagined, by enduring nature, Thetwin gods ‘‘ Thus-will-I” and ‘‘ May-be-yet.” God, keep us most from ill, , What time the King-Ghost grips the will! Silver and rose and gold what flam…
1906 · PDF PAGE 49
…ction, 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 hell. VII. This is the circle; as the manhood rises And laughter and rude rime engage my pen; ‘ 43