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…egarding a too faithful portrait of an orator addressing his constituents. She spoke over her shoulder to the long negro, Joe Marie. His eyes rolled, and his hands twitched, and his thick mouth grinned. He seemed to sniff her hair. A pitiable creature—a tamed leopard. All smiles and yes ! yes! to a discourse of whose purport he had noidea. “ Realism l” she went on. " We want truth, but we want beauty too. We don't want what our silly eyes call truth. We want the beauty that is seen by artists’ souls. A photo- graph is a lie because a camera is …
1911 · PDF PAGE 191
THE RITE OF SATURN So did the neophyte that would gaze Into dead Pharaoh’s awful eyes Start from incalculable amaze Το clutch the initiate‘s place and prize. He bore the blistering thought aloft: It blazed in battle on his plume: With sage and warrior enfeofi’ed, He rushed alone through tower and tomb, The myriad men, the cohorts armed, Are shred like husks : the ensanguine brand Leaps like a flame, a flame encharmed Το fire the pyramid heaven-spanned Wherein dead Pharaoh sits and stares, Swathed in the wrappings of the tomb, With eyes whose horro…
1911 · PDF PAGE 190
…ood of murdered things The afirighted augur shaking skries Earthquakeand ruinous fate of kings, Famine and desperate destinies, So in the eyes of Pharaoh shone The hate and loathing that compel In death each damned minion Of Set, the accursed lord of Hell. Yea! in those globes of fire there sate Some cruel knowledge closely curled Like serpents in those halls of hate, Palaces of the Underworld. But in the hell-glow of those eyes The ashen skull of Pharaoh shone White as the moonrays that surprise The invoking Druse on Lebanon. Moreover pylon shou…
1911 · PDF PAGE 294
…on. I and my brother priests Worshipped a wonderful woman With a body lithe as a beast's, Subtly, horribly human. Deep in the pit of her eyes I saw the image of death, And I drew the water of sighs From the well of her lullaby breath. She sitteth veiled for ever, Brooding over the waste‘ She hath stirred 01 spoken never. She is fiercely, manly chaste! What madness make me awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime oithe snake That her poisonous body held ? By night I ravished a maid From her father’s camp to the cave. I bared the b…
1911 · PDF PAGE 128
…lieve in the Brothers?“ ”As I revel in the kisses of your mouth,” said the boy, crushing her face against his. A rich gladness filled her eyes, moist gladness; one might say the first gush of an artesian well amid the seas of sand. " Well,” quoth she, cheerful and brisk, to let the mask fall on her blushing soul, “ we have got through six dozen oysters and a devil of a lot of Burgundy. . . . I wonder if I am hungry! " She looked him between the eyes. "Hors d’oeuvresl” said Edgar. “I have a box for the Sam Hall fight" “ Oh do take me,” she panted. …
1911 · PDF PAGE 138
…or like a chime heard far off, heard from the snow. There was an icy quality in the note. “ Where are you ? " " I—I—” she broke off. His eyes lit with joy. “I am in the sand; I am buried to the waist in the sand. I see nothing but sand." His face {ell again. ”What is sand?” he asked. " Oh—just sand, you know. Leagues and leagues of sand; like a great bowl of sand." “ But what is sand ? " " Sand—oh! sand is God, I suppose." There was a patience and weariness in her voice, as of one who has suffered long and is at rest, or convalescent. “And who …
1911 · PDF PAGE 101
…to roughness]. What was your mother like? Had she your golden hair, and the com- plexion like a shaved sow? And the simper, and the grey eyes? I have grey eyes too; but mine are steel—grey, true as steel; and yours are chill and watery. But you have your father’s temper, and his silence, and his will. THE CHILD. What do you know of my father? LAYLAH. Nothing. I only jested ; Ι wanted to try you, to hear what you would say. Tell me about your mother. THE CHILD. She was a fair and noble lady. She died when I was born. LAYLAH. Thank Godl THE CHILD…
1911 · PDF PAGE 145
…; in a minute the whole cafe was aflame with it. But Edgar Rolles, his hands thrust deep into his pockets, and the threat of tears in his eyes, was walking back to his studio. " If only life were folly! " he sighed. “But the silliest things we do are wisdom—somehow, somewhere—" And he let himself in. * * * * at The lunch in the private room at Lavenue’s was secretly amusing. Joe Marie had only dog’s eyes for Ida; Ninon amused herself by trying to distract him. Edgar held forth at length upon Art, passionlessly expository. Ι37
1911 · PDF PAGE 149
THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON her face. His long arms wound convulsively round her. His eyes seemed to start from his head; foam gathered on his dry lips ; he could not speak. The breath came through his dilated nostrils hot and fierce; one would have said a bull in the arena. She disengaged herself. “ You see, he wants to marry me. I love him I I want to be with him for ever. But—" the great fighter was limp in his chair. " It is difficult,” she went on. “ There are complica- tions. My mother . . ." Edgar Rolles detected the false note in her voice…
1911 · PDF PAGE 124
…yment of the wallowing pig. Porcus e grege Epicuri. This much Edgar Rolles smelt rather than saw; for as he turned to her, he caught her eyes. They were the eyes of an enthusiast, of a saint, of an ascetic—but of a saint who, strong in his agony through faith and hope and love, still endures the Dark Night of the Soul. "You shall lunch with me, nice boy " (she said), ”and beg my pardon for your stumble, and pay for your lunch by tell- ing me what drives you mad with laughter at the sight of the Pantheon. Is it ‘L’homme aux trois sous’?” For so …
1911 · PDF PAGE 120
SLEEP ALONG the silver pathways of the moon, (With lilies strewn to mark her passing hours) A mighty goddess strays. Her rapt eyes gaze in calm undying swoon, Like stars in June that guard earth’s sleeping flowers, The guests of summer days. Moving she plays some sweetly slumbrous tune, As mothers croon ; through faint [Eolian showers, Her mist-hung garment sways. And in her shadow chaste as starlit snows, A vestal goes, scattering sweet roses : Roses deep-themed and red— Whose leaves are shed in perfumed dreams, where glows A world that blows a…
1911 · PDF PAGE 51
…wers to pluck. White waif, white champak-blossom blown From the jungle to the lost lagoon ! White lily swayed by the wind of time ! Grey eyes that crave the chrism of crime ! Blanched face like a note on a clarion I Red mouth like the sun through simoon, typhoonl Hurricanes howl, howl in her heart; Serpents sleep in her smile; I hear Horrible happenings long ago, Direful deeds, weirds of woe, 43
1911 · PDF PAGE 56
…gainst your heart, Jeanne I A masterpiece of nature turned A masterpiece of art, With your blanched Egyptian beauty foiled By the hungry eyes, and the red mouth soiled By the honey of mine that your greed has spoiled, Jeanne The body a corpse and the soul inurned ! Against your heart I laid mine ear, Jeanne! And the clock went ticking, ticking. How could I choose but hear, Jeanne ? Ah me I what thoughts came pricking Like spurs in the flanks of a weary horse? Nor heart nor clock could feel remorse, But kept their definite deadly course, Jeanne I …
1911 · PDF PAGE 156
…hree times. Once to the brute, once to the man—my man! (her hand pressed his, oh! too feebly !) and now—40 God!“ The tears sprang to his eyes. “ It is for you,” she whispered, “ to understand the child.” She fell back. The physician ran forward He knew that he had no useful purpose there: but he motioned Edgar away. Too late. Edgar had understood the Event. He fell upon the dead girl’s breast, crash! The nurse shook herself, half angrily, as a retriever shakes off water. Then she put the child into his arms. MARTIAL NAY. r48
1911 · PDF PAGE 197
…. MAGISTER TEMPLI. [Reni/e: poem: “ Collogue sen/z'men/al."] In the ancient frozen solitary park Two figures passed anon—now mark ! Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and grey; One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary park Two ghosts evoke the past—oh hark l “Dost thou remember our old ecstasy? " “Why do you wish to remind me?" "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? " Seest than my soul in dreams, dear?” “ No." Ι5
1911 · PDF PAGE 53
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Pallid, a mummy throned, she sits ; The Egyptian eyes, the Egyptian hair, The band on her brows, the slender hands, All hieroglyphs of a God’s commands Beyond the rimes that a poet knits With fruitless travail, sterile carei Marvellousl marvellous, marvellous! And again a marvel, at lotus-bud Dropt from the brows of a Goddess unknown On the ivory steps of the golden throne, Virginal brows and luminous With the star-stream flowing therein for blood. Ah, but electric thrills the Host Of the esoteric Eucharist] The Pagan…
1911 · PDF PAGE 297
…ghter! Mourn, Ο Maenads, mourn! Surely your comfort is over: All we laugh at you lorn. Ours are the poppies and clover! Ο that mouth and eyes, Mischievous, male, alluring! O that twitch of the thighs, Dorian past enduring! Where is wisdom now? Where the sage and his doubt? Surely the sweat of the brow Hath driven the demon out. 119
1911 · PDF PAGE 83
… dzsmouuted, tethered his pet/fee}; to þaim, and 00611861/?”!שוLAYLAH. As she [fulls the [??}ש”ש/שחthe water he [taps his hands over her eyes. She shudders wz‘thfem', but gives up sound. SIR RINALDO. You are a brave maiden. LAYLAH. You are—an infidel. Ι had not my dagger, or your shriek —not mine—would have summoned my kin. RINALDO. I have a score good knights within sound of my horn. And your kin are but the dotards and women and little children. Your fighting men are away. LAYLAH. Ay, slaying your good knights. 75
1911 · PDF PAGE 293
…r Drops wine from her infinite snows, Ineffably, utterly, tender. O moon ! ambrosial moon! Arise on my desert of sorrow, That the magical eyes of me swoon With lust of rain to—morrow! Ages and ages ago I stood on the bank of a river, Holy and holy and holy, I know, For ever and ever and ever! 115
1911 · PDF PAGE 209
…ns and reposes, Love ever quickeneth! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden, The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover Their warm involving deep— Love, sleep !— And lover lies with lover On air’s substantial steep. Ah! sweeter was September— The amber rain of leaves, The harvest to remember, The load of sunny sheaves. In gardens deeply scented, In orchards heavily hung, Love flung Away the days demented With lips that curled and clung. 29