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THE STUMBLING-BLOCK. I ALMOST wonder if I ought To hymn this height of human pain: To enter into Jones’s thought I’d have to work with Jones’s brain. Terrestrial speech is wholly vain To carry meaning as it ought :— To enter into Jones’s thought I'd have to work with Jones’s brain. This is the High God’s cruel sport: To enter into Jones’s thought And make its inner meaning plain, I’d have to work with Jones’s brain. 3o0
1906 · PDF PAGE 18
… known: Though change and sorrow range and roll, There is no self—there is no soul! XII. As man, a primate risen high Above his fellows, work thou well! As man, an incident minute And dim in time’s eternity, Work well! As man, no toy for hell And heaven to wrangle for, be mute! Let empty speculation stir The idle fool, the craven cur! XIII. Myself being idle for an hour I dare one thing to speculate: Namely, that life hath cusps yet higher On this our curve: a prize, a power Lies in our grasp: unthinking Fate Shall build a brain to nestle nighe…
1906 · PDF PAGE 40
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.
1906 · PDF PAGE 96
… on the crosses. Our soulless missiles take for butts The passers’ hats, or in their guts Disturb their dinner’s process. Thus one man’s work is one man’s play; The melancholy help the merry. All tread the ordered stupid way At Paris, upon Dead Man’s Day, In Pére Lachaise his cemetery. 88
1906 · PDF PAGE 80
…Not by the pipings of a bird In skies of blue on fields of gold, But by a fierce and loathly word The abomination must be told. The holy work must twist its spell From hemp of madness, grown in hell. Only by energy and strife May man attain the eternal rest, Dissolve the desperate lust of life By infinite agony and zest. Thus, O my Kali, I divine The golden secret of thy shrine! 72
1906 · PDF PAGE 17
… us peace, ‘Well :—but by wild imagining Think not a golden robe to weave! Such moulder. By fantastic ease Ye come not well to anything. Work and be sober: dotage thinks By worth of words to slay the Sphinx. x. Things as they are—of these take hold, Their heart of wonder throb to thine! All things are matter and force and sense, No two alone. All’s one: the gold Of truth is no reward divine Of faith, but 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 he…
1906 · PDF PAGE 36
Then backward work; the name becomes With pomp of metaphysic drums A causa causans—God, soul, truth. So raves the riot, age and youth, The cart before the horse. Revered And reverend master, is your beard Darwin’s survival of some tail? Who rants of soul were best to saddle His face, his arms the ass to straddle Since for his voice the part thus bare Would serve as well to scent the air. A. Where reverence ceases, ribald jest Breaks forth, the wise allow the rest. The perfect master stands confessed. 4. Why! I supposed your wrath would burst ; …
1906 · PDF PAGE 25
…Note.—This poem is very much taboo in Persia, as it is supposed to be little better than a pamphlet in favour of Christianity. The later work of Al Qahar, and especially his masterpiece, the Bagh-i-muattar, are, however, if not quite above suspicion, so full of positive piety of the Sufi sort that even the orthodox tolerate what the mystic and the ribald silently or noisily admire. 17 Cc