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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 21
… So now by night it’s baccarat, By noon it is blackmail, ‘Until some windy grandpapa Arrives to swell their sail— A combination gambling-hell And brothel near the Tour Eiffel. i Praise the Lord, O my soul! praise the Lord! Praise Him, the Father and the Friend of all, Whose service is its own most rich reward, Who never lets a saint or sparrow fall From the lions’ den He saved their prophet prey, And me—O praise Him !—from Chicago May. See! the grey billows flame between us now! “Beware of pickpockets, male and female” Moves me to laughter: fro…
1914 · PDF PAGE 9
…owel, And resolute to drive through thick and. thin, ‘Weld excavate the ruins of your skin, ‘The pioneers know where to delve, for there Hell's beacon burns, a brazier to absorb Al fats and powders in the world, and flare A portent, a vast venerable orb ! Redder and shinier sure no sunset glows— Hail in his setting to the ripe red nose
1914 · PDF PAGE 7
…rwise. And you, Do you think otherwise? I sometimes feel There is some consciousness keeps peering through Your bat's-eyes, as a soul in hell might steal To the edge of the abyss that bars salvation, And glare its knowledge of its own damnation. v Is it for this you gorge and swill—to mask That death’s-head? In the senses drown all sense? For this that love's a toil, a trade, a task, A labour Hercules might call immense?
1914 · PDF PAGE 24
= CHICAGO MAY Could we not trick this trickery of hell's ?— ‘Suppose we died in one another's arms! Let us not wait for age to dull our eyes! Let us take death by his black throat and die! Let us add murder to our mysteries, ‘And face the devil together, you and I Let us find hope in uttermost despair, Delight in our division, new desire In the black fate that takes us unaware, In death's dark water the eternal fire! Come, Laylah, come, my sister and my spouse, Bedeck yourself with nakedness, prepare To enter the most high, most holy house, Car…
1914 · PDF PAGE 23
…ou and 1, No more you and I, should be some third thing, given Not by the Gods, nor chance, nor Destiny, But—by what That that is beyond hell and heaven ? Lost, lost, for ever lost we are; I know No word to answer the eternal Why, No spell that may subdue the eternal woe ‘That “ you” are somehow different from 11" Lost, lost! O may not death discover spells? Has not the spasm of dissolution charms?