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…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 own mire to my eternal snows. She could not, would not; yet is not exempt From feeling all my close-concealed contempt.
…pasm 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 broke…
…m 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 much is flesh, and how much more is fat. Not one thinks otherwise than “ Here is meat: God sends His maggots carrion to eat.” Not one conceives you otherwise. 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 salva…
…assion 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 passion would suffice Us who were forced—we, Laylah now and then To bathe our bodies in the vats of vice? Why is our heaven so critical a point ? Why does life tremble on so tense a string? Why should so rare an oil as ours anoint ‘The brazen brows of a usurping king? Is it not in our right that you and 1, No more you and I, should be some third thing, given Not by the Gods, nor chance, nor De…