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…rate The essential from the accidental, Love from desire, caprice from fate, The inmost from the merely mental? Our star, the sun, gives life and light: Let that decay, the aeons drown Sense in stagnation ; death and night Smite the fallen fragments of the crown Of spring: but serves the garter so? What wandering meteor is this Across the archipelago Luminous of our starry bliss ? Let that be lost : the smile disputes The forehead’s temple with the frown, When gravitation’s arrow shoots, And stockings happen to slip down. You are my heart: the …
1903 · PDF PAGE 29
… unseen I stand And look to seaward still : We would not look upon the land Again, had I my will. The ship is trim: to sea! to sea! Take life in either hand, Crush out its wine for you and me, And drink, and understand! 27
1903 · PDF PAGE 76
…t of the tides, The sea, whose drink is death by thirst. The triumph anthem overrides The ocean's lamentable sides, And we are done with life: accurst Who linger; lost who find ; but we Follow the gold wake of the first Who found in losing ; who reversed The dictates of eternity. Lo! in steep meditation hearsed, Coffined in knowledge, fast we flee Unto the island from the sea. 74
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…irl ? She is a dainty acrobat, Tailor-made from tip to toe ; A tiniest coquettish hat, A laughing face alight, aglow With all the fun of life. She comes Often at morning, laughs aloud At the poor femme de ménage ; hums Some dancing tune, invades my cloud Of idle dreams, sits poised upon The couch, and with a gay embrace Cries out “ Hullo, my baby!” Shone Such nature in a holier face? We are a happy pair at least : Coffee and rolls are worth a feast, And laughing as she came she goes! The dainty little tuberose! 48
1903 · PDF PAGE 58
…m exude From smitten stem of tropic tree! I talk of veils, who love the nude! Witness the masterpieces three Of Rodin that make possible Life in prosaic Paris, stand About the room, its chorus swell From the irritating to the grand. Shall we, who love the naked form, The inmost truth, to ourselves fail, Take shelter from love's lightning-storm Behind some humbug’s hoary veil ? Ah! were it so, love, could the flame Of fast electric fervour flash, Smite us through husk of form and name, Leave of the dross a little ash, One button of pure fuséd go…
1903 · PDF PAGE 40
…cause instead of you I went to feed chez Lavenue? The habit anthropophagous, Nice as it is, is not for us. I love you: will you share my life, Become my mistress or my wife? Agreed: but can your kisses feed me? Is it for dinner that you need me? But think: it is for you I eat. Even as the object that I see, The brain 'tis pictured in ; the beat 38
1903 · PDF PAGE 35
XIV AccerT me asl am! I give All you can take. If you dislike Some fragments of the life I live, They are not yours: I scorn to strike One sword-swift pang against your peace. See! I'ma mountaineer. Release That spirit from your bonds: or come With me upon the mountains, cease This dull round, this addition sum Of follies we call France: indeed Cipher! And if at times I need The golden dawn upon the Alps, The gorges of Himalayan rock, The grey and ancient hills, the scalps Of hoary hills, the rattling shock Of avalanche adown the hills— Why, wh…
1903 · PDF PAGE 24
…ale In the Morgue to-day? Did he then fail ? Ay, he was beaten. But to live, Slink on through what the world can give, That is a hound’s life too. For me, The suicide stands grand and free Besides these others. Was it fear Drove him to stand upon the bank ? The Paris lights shone far and drear; The mist was down; the night was dank; The Seine ran easily underneath ; The air was chill : he knew the Seine 22
1903 · PDF PAGE 67
…e. The soul is out of me, and swings In desperate and strange surmise About the inmost heart of things. This is all strange : but is not life, Death, all, most strange, not to be told, Not to be understood by strife Of brain, nor bought for gleaming gold, Nor known by aught but love? And love Far from resolving soul to sense, Stands isolated and above Immaculate, alone, intense, Concentrate on itself. But should The lesser leave me, as it might ; The lesser never touch you; would Your will be one with my delight? Leave all the thoughts and mise…
1903 · PDF PAGE 38
The will to live : and these frail friends, The women I shall draw you, fail Of more importance to earth’s ends Than to my life a finger-nail. ’Twere pain, no doubt, were torn away One, a minute distemperature. I spend a fraction of the day Plying the art of manicure. But always beats the heart: the more I polish, tint, or carve, I ask Strength from the heart’s too generous store To bend my fingers to the task. Cease : I am broken: nought remains. The brain’s electric waves are still ; No blood beats eager in the veins; The mind sinks deathward…
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…e Morgue, so waxen pale! He failed : shall ye not also fail ? Ah! love! the strings are little; The cords are over strong ; The chain of life ts brittle ; And keen the sword of song. Will you not seize in one firm grip Now, as I hold you, lip to lip, The serpent of Event, hold hard Its slipping coils, its writhe retard, And snap its spine? Delicate hands 23
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…n tyrants drive, Till bosoms heave, and eyes outflash, And it is good to be alive. He shall ride off at dawn, and we Shall look upon our life again ; You old, and all your beauty be Broken, and mine a broken brain. Yet we shall know ; delighting still In the sole laughter death derides In vain; the indomitable will, Still burning in the spirit, guides Our hearts to truth ; we see, we know How foolish were the things he said, And answer in the afterglow How good it is that we are dead. Will you not come? Or, where the surf Beats on the coral, an…