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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 24
…most 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, 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 sin…
1914 · PDF PAGE 25
…s, Since every one of us—yea, every one !— Is beyond doubt the darling of the gods? ‘Why then, let us die young, let us die young! Come, Laylah, I shall get to you so soon This absence, a mere miserere sung, Seems dream. © moon! O mortifying moon! Quicken our love! O bring me to the hour, Minute and second when I lose, I lose All that I am in one fellatrix flower! Time, O the unsubstantial ! O the ooze Of nothingness! Come bring me to the kiss, ‘The comfort of thine all-availing breast | Bring me to the intolerable bliss ‘Whose recrudescence is…
1914 · PDF PAGE 26
…e, 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 there to meet me on the quay! PART V—DOMAINE D'HARDELOT. aren Tite fall moon, regent of the dunes, Shines from the sanctifying …
1914 · PDF PAGE 23
…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 Destiny, But—by what That that is beyond hell and heaven ? Lost,…