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but his eye swoons as his broad beak slips Within her luscious lips. O but—I cannot see—I long to die Alike for wonder—and for jealousy! Crassus. Vile, filthy whore! I'll catch you at it. ALICIA. Softt Sce how his feathers hold her soul aloft! Crassus. Beast! Have you brought me through the wood for this? Aurora, No wonder I must teach you how to kiss. Crassus. I'll clip his wings. Autcra. Sub pennis, penis! ’Slife! It’s not the wings of him that clip your wife. 38
1912 · PDF PAGE 34
…see her? Crassus. Monstrous! Vile! These eyes betray me. Aucta. Nol your Adela lies With arms thrown back, head tilted, open thighs. Her lips flame out like poppies in the dusk. The breeze brings back to us a scent of musk. Her mouth is oozing kisses! Crassus. Filthy harlot! Axtcia. I never fed on a superber scarlet. And look! the wonder of plumes that foams upon Her tidal breast—oh, but a swan! a swan! A swan snow-white with his sole scarlet hidden In the abode forbidden! 7
1912 · PDF PAGE 15
…oes youth’s calm and chaste beatitude Touch the black mouth of Love, the ancient whore. Crassus. Girl! what a scorpion leaping from your lips! Auta. My mouth stings as no scorpion ever stang. In this round impudent smiling face of mine There is a poison fiercer than all wines And from these eyes more subtle sorrows pour Than you can dream. These teeth have been at grips With gods; I have sung what no girl ever sang. ‘These ears have heard An insufferable word! Crassus, ‘What do you mean?
1912 · PDF PAGE 27
…d the billows comb. But though I be ‘Their frenzy of glee, I am also the passionless soul of the sea! Mine eyes glint fire, And my cruel lips curl; ‘Mine the desire Of the god and the girl; But fierier and fteeter, And subtler and sweeter Than the race of the rhythm, the march of the metre, Is the shrilling, sbrilling Of the knife in the killing That ends, when it must, (O the throb and the thrust!) In death, in the dust, The silence, the stillness, of satiate lust, The solemn pause ‘When the veil withdraws And man looks on his god, on the Caus…