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CHICAGO MAY PART II—LONDON Jaxvary I Ap yet I have been faithful : T have tried All a man might to wake a soul within The lazar life of you, sought single-eyed Salvation for you—even through your sin, Alas! you cannot sin ; for sin means will. Chicago May can only gorge and swill. ‘Oh! T have flamed at you, thrust deep my ki Into the fat about your hampered heart! I would have taken you to be my wife; T would have doctored you with love and art. With the first quarter-glass of dry champagne ‘The rift that was clouds hopelessly again. Ah, but I …
1914 · PDF PAGE 20
…and flee A volunteer brigade Of Greeks, Armenians, and Jews With all to loot, and naught to lose. He failed to ogle men, but learnt ‘The art of bilking whores :— ‘The Turks, who should have had him burnt, But threw him out of doors. 19
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
…ICAGO MAY From A runs this one tale of lust and greed — And yet you think men love you. Love, indeed1 Lie still, lie still, and let my heart run on From hate to—love. I name the one pure word ‘That she blasphemes ; her life's Satyricon Would taint all speech! Yet “love,” obscenely purred From whiskered lips, stillsends my spi To God from all this miry martyrdom. ‘There is a woman, true, fair, wise, and young, Her soul one flame for art and song, her soul Pure as the trilling musick of her tongue, Her heart one flame—for me. The single goal Of t…
1914 · PDF PAGE 13
…n sum, Like Nature's self, abhor a vacuum! Oh, but there's mind! ‘There's folk that have a brain, ‘That need the food of spirit and of heart. There's folk that need love, pity, peace; disdain All that lacks beauty, passion, wit, and art. Yours is a mind that does not hesitate To find a word for such—" degenerate.” Xm It poisons me to think such thoughts: they mar ‘The crystal of my orgasm of hate. How can I fling from facets as they are ‘The unwavering light of it, the focussed fate? If I could only speak my thought, its curse Would char you, b…
1914 · PDF PAGE 8
CHICAGO MAY Or are you the mere brute, speech somehow caught By monkey mimicry—to mimic thought? You gabble art and music, mouth the names Of holy poets; sure a brute it is. Naught human could so prostitute the aims Of those high souls compact of light and bliss And truth. Shall mere anatomy refute? (The great sow snores)—oh, certainly a brute! Yet, if a brute, why should I hate you so? Because you are my own race turned to dung? ‘Things nearest to us plague us most, we know. ‘Why should such “why?” come tripping to my tongue ? It is love's shr…
1914 · PDF PAGE 10
…uty faded1 You are worth hunting (after all) for that, ‘While there is one fair maiden that unaided By this may fail to have her will of art And me—God bless her for her loyal heart | ‘Men hunt the ermine for its fur; ‘tis said Life's pedlars all have treasure in their load ; ‘The toad has got a jewel in its head— O Christ of God | I wish you were a toad! A toad is cold and clammy, it is true; But you are hot and sticky, and smell too. VIIL ““T thought I was worth something!” Yes, you are; ‘Worth what the jeweller and the old-clothes-man ‘And t…