1906 · PDF PAGE 40
Gargoyles
How do you work yourself?” He spoke To empty space—the poet woke; And catching up a carving-knife He slit the weasand of his wife.
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Gargoyles
…! Be brothers to the law of life! Things as they are—their nature know! Act! Nor for faith nor folly turn! The hour is nigh when man and wife, Knowing, shall worship face to face, Beget and bear the royal race. 12
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1906 · PDF PAGE 85
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This is our marriage; firmer than the root Of love or lust could plant our joy, my wife, We stand in this, the purple-seeded fruit Of yon youth’s fair and pitiable life. Do I not fear that you may treat me so? One day your passion slake itself somehow, Seek vigour from another murder? No! You harlot, for I mean to kill you—now.
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1906 · PDF PAGE 104
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…hitened 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
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1906 · PDF PAGE 117
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… 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
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1906 · PDF PAGE 82
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…lted him.” ‘‘ Absurd!” ‘* Conceit! Some youths take life—are Puritans, you know!” I heard it, sitting in the window—glowed, Rushed to my wife and kissed her. Lithe and young The rapture of some ardent madness flowed ; And—by-and-by—its miracle found tongue. Guess, guess the secret why I burn for you These years so cold to woman as I was! Guess why your laugh, your kiss, your touch run through My body, as it were a tunéd glass! 74
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1906 · PDF PAGE 39
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WOODCRAFT. THE poet slept. His fingers twine In his wife’s hair. He dreams. Divine His dream! Nay then, I’ll tell you it. He wandered in a forest dim. A woodcutter encountered him Where a felled oak required his wit. This man with a light axe did lop The little branches at the top. Then said the poet: ‘‘ Thus why tax Your force? This double-handed axe Were better laid to the tree-trunk.” ** Friend, are you natural, or drunk?” Replied the woodsman; ‘leaf and twig Divert the impact of the big Axe; chop them first, the trunk is fit For a fair aim,…
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1906 · PDF PAGE 97
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…ter! Hear me, death! The tainted kisses of the harlot life Sicken me; hers is foul and fevered breath, This noisome woman I have made my wife. She lies asweat, aslime. O hear me, thon ! Wash with thy tears this desecrated brow ! With cool chaste kisses cleanse me! Lay me out, Wrapped in a spotless winding-sheet, and soothe These nerves ill nuzzled by the black swine’s snout With thine eternal anodyne of truth! The foul beast grunts and snorts; but hear me, death! Thy wings are wind-white as her hoofs are dunged. Thy songs are faint and pale wit…
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1906 · PDF PAGE 55
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…n 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
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1906 · PDF PAGE 84
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His death-spasms our love-spasms, my wife; His death-songs are the love-songs that you sung! Ah! Sweet, I love you as I see him stagger On with hell’s worm a-nuzzling to his heart, With your last letter, like a poisoned dagger, Biting his blood, burning his bones apart. Ah! Sweet, each kiss I drink from you is warm With the dear life-blood of a man—a man! The scent of murder lures me, like a charm Tied by some subtlety Canidian. Ay! as you suck my life out into bliss, Its holier joy is in the deadlier thirst That drank his life out into the aby…
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1906 · PDF PAGE 45
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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…
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