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…man is dead ! So I have given up my inmost life Even unto you, sweet wife, Carelessyet conscious of the babe-stirred womb Of some dread Mother older than the Tomb, Wiser than Life, more pitiful than Death. IV OUR wine-stained and wine-coloured hair unloosing, Mingle your wine-wise breath, Spiritual siren ! with the scent seducing Your body sheds, scarred with the bleeding kisses My tenderness bit in, Like to a lion feeding in wild white wildernesses, My spirit sensible to your skin : Mingle them to a crescent character That shall set shimmerin…
1907 · PDF PAGE 9
…sembodied, I am shattered like the dew upon your leaves ; So that the lampless hour Strikes, and an unborn universe perceives Its lonely mother-flower, Us, in our loves arcane Briatic bower. We scatter light, a music-tingling shower ; We breathe out life, a crimson whisper ; We radiate love, a velvet-soft complaint, Most like the echo of a chime at vesper Rung far across narcissus-haunted leas, Lilied lagoons, and moon-enchaunted seas, By the high-bosomed boy, large-eyed, with fasting faint, That shares an hermitage with some devoutest saint. …
1907 · PDF PAGE 17
…ed doves : Yet one thing mortal serves to name another As mortal as itself. Why must our deathless loves Be stained by the black-hearted mother That called things by dead names ? The sunny elf Language shall play with the ethereal flames But never dare approach The central and volcanic fire, The inmost Force, nor, like a glittering army Send forth its scouts to encroach Upon our citadel desire. Ay ! though these flaming sentences Eat like strong acid in my vitals, char me, Blast me like lightning, smash me like black seas Towering above the lof…
1907 · PDF PAGE 21
… heart, thought, being, mind, Allbut most irrevocably entwined And irrevocably alone. XVI HERE was a boy with O ! the face of dawn, The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin, The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For lithenessO ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So that he paced the enamelled slopes Laughing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of sense, Some drop of…