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…remely poor; T owe a matter of five thousand pounds; ‘And as I have a girl to help, here goes! I cannot both help her, and help my nose. God ! God! God! God! is there no scavenger To cart this nastiness? Or can there be No sewer fit to suck the corpse of her Into the great, all-purifying sea? Her little hand would rather, I opine, The multitudinous seas incacadine! xv If men could hear me, they would smile and say : How this young satirist exaggerates! If they could see me, they would all go gray ‘With horror, know there is no word in hate’s Ro…
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
…hat 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 this great purgatory of mine is she. God grant her hope to her, and mine to me! fa) ‘Thou all-beholding sun, whose beams Comfort the just and the unjust, Wake me from all these evil dreams Of thi…
1914 · PDF PAGE 17
…lete, Perfect, through all the ages to endure— Ahi! then T love you after all—the years Dissolved in the black bowl—these bitter tears © God! I love you more than I love her, Because you are lost, because you are mere dung. ‘That makes your pearl shine! Stark and sinister The curses wither on my frozen tongue: My God! My God| let me be damned, me too, But let me be the means of saving you!
1914 · PDF PAGE 10
…like a shop window struck By lightning, its white velvet soaked—these flare, ure sparkles kindled in a mass of muck By the great light—O God |-of the pure Sun, Which you avoid “because it freckles one.” Ah, yes, the rings that sink into your fat, ‘The chains and earrings, theirs no beauty 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 …
1914 · PDF PAGE 23
22 CHICAGO MAY May God damn every hour that severs us! ‘May God excite each hour to holy joy ‘That breaks the bestially monotonous Madness and shame of your own boy, your boy That is no man, no beast, not even God In those pale hours that you and he apart Drain the black poison of the period, Smite all damnation into either heart— (© Jesus! is there pity, is there none? Is there no peace, no passion in the sky? Is there no fervour in the blasting sun To make a symphony of sympathy? ‘Oh, but if I were only with you—when ?— ‘Who knows if all our …
1914 · PDF PAGE 22
…PART IV—CHERBOURG Max Yes: Iam you, but for a moment only. ‘That leaves an ache: that leaves me less than man, ‘That leaves me more than God, too sad, too lonely To do no matter what. Since love began With the partition of the first one thing ‘That was itself, there is no hope to be But the eternal grace—the queen and king Of no commensurable ecstasy. Ah God! I am not with you even now: ‘The New Moon shines on a divided love— Christ! T will get to you somehow: somehow I will redeem the affright these cold hours prove. an
1914 · PDF PAGE 7
CHICAGO MAY ‘That sets all loathing tingling through my spine, This hate, hate, hate of this “ good luck” of mine! ag Good luck! God save us! Is there one thing worth Gold buys? You bought love; here's the goods! For health, Look at the ploughman toiling in the earth ! Disease and hatred won you by your wealth, ‘And scorn—foul scorn—even from the tipsy knaves ‘You fling your dollars to, and think them slaves! Each one of all the maggots that swarm round ‘Your swollen carcass knows exactly that; What is too rotten, what is fairly sound, ‘How muc…
1914 · PDF PAGE 11
…een Anne! Ix fall Earth's hateful names I most abhor ‘The name of Mary. "Tis a bleat. Of course You must be Mary. Was there not one sore God could have spared to such a willing horse? Turn stripes to satire! So the only way Has been to cut the R out, and say “* May.” R, “the dog’s letter.” Why you are all R's! —I pray you pardon the two-pointed prong— ‘Must you keep up the stale romantic farce That you love sculpture, harmony, and song? Your god's your belly, and your pride your shame You are weil fitted with Madonna's name! x (The great sow sn…
1914 · PDF PAGE 24
…e, Laylah, come, my sister and my spouse, Bedeck yourself with nakedness, prepare To enter the most high, most holy house, Careless what gods or devils may be there. Love me! I love you, Laylah! Laylah! mine ‘Though time and space and force and being discede, Mine is the magic that has made me thine, Mine from sublime unconsciousness to deed. Laylah! oh God! the love of my whole life, ‘My life concentred in a single act, More than a mistress, wilder than a wife, ‘Who ratified our diabolic pact? God grant my life and yours be one, be one, One be…
1914 · PDF PAGE 26
CHICAGO MAY To meet me! there's a guerdon far above All God's in our unalterable sum_ Of infinite abasement ‘and success— Come, let our spirits mingle! bodies follow According to the grace and kindliness (Of space’s master, Zeus, and time's, Apollo, T love you, Laylah! I am with you now. One kiss, one kiss! O let us part no more! One kiss, one kiss on each beloved brow! ‘One kiss, one kiss where we have kissed before! Irise, I come to you! I come to you! ‘You will be maniac to meet with me. I ride, I race over the bounding blue: ‘You will be th…
1914 · PDF PAGE 14
…nd spasm of this hate is such That it blots out myself and you; it flows Impersonal, ecstatic; at the touch Of language,it is broken up. God knows How, when He spake the Word, the Absolute Burst—hence Chicago. Would He had been mute! No, by the Lord! This hate is a pure joy Like everything that’s pure . . . (the great sow snores/) That's the catastrophe that breaks the boy! n in sleep this hoariest of whores Maintains her reputation. Keep away ‘The breath of scandal from Chicago May! xiv T nicknamed you Chicago May because ‘Your husband was a b…
1914 · PDF PAGE 12
… eagerly, and steals Each scrap of writing. She was human once : Her thirty years of whoring have snowed under All traces of it; and, by God, no wonder| She even stole my own vile wage; she stole ‘What she had given me herself: she took The body, wants the mind, would take the soul If she knew any longer where to look. No, my good sow. You take what you have paid for; ‘The other matters you were never made for. ‘That is her curse. She feels and knows she has Nothing of any value, feels and knows She is cast out for ever, cannot pass From her ow…
1914 · PDF PAGE 8
…stitute “Make me a baby!" May a cancer gnaw Your womb! A dropsy make your belly burst! ‘The word of “ baby” in your monstrous maw ‘Makes God a liar, and his Chri “And am I really all your very own “And do you love me for myself alone? “And does my darling love his little girl?” Of five and forty years, and fifteen stone| “My love!” “My dovel” “My honey-bee!” “My pearl!” O it were better to leave well alone! Without the words, I might confront the suet ; With them, how is it possible to do it?