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CHICAGO 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…
1914 · PDF PAGE 4
… MAY PART I—ROME Drceaner I ‘Tus is my hour of peace; the great sow snores, Blowing out spittle through her blubber lips, ‘Champagne and lust still oozing from the pores. Of her fat flanks; then, let my hate eclipse All other lamps of my pale soul, and flare— A curst star sparking in the strangled air! Her shapeless limbs are sticky with stale sweat; Yet, she would wake if I withdrew, belch hard The ferments of the fodder, turn, and fret This inch that is the ruins of a yard. Is there no sparrow, ram, ass, bull can stay The “ love"—dear Jesus |…
1914 · PDF PAGE 19
…ou shall not need to weep— ‘The grin of your mouth greets the smile of mine. ‘And when you paw and claw your placid prey Tl satisfy your lust, Chicago May! PART III—LA MANCHE 'HBRUARY 1 “Tex Abram raised the knife to slay his son. Does virtue bring about its own reward ? Not every virtue, nor to every one. In my case, anyhow, T thank the Lord ‘That showed me Glory to the great I AM!) A thicket, and the horns of—such a ram ! fa] ‘A worn-out whore that filched the crusts Of mongrels in Stamboul, And satisfied its lepers’ lusts, Followed a drunken…
1914 · PDF PAGE 17
…have forced you once to crystallize ‘The pure drop that I found—but oh! my fate! No sooner starts the portent to your eyes ‘Than in your lust it must evaporate. I made you think and speak pure thoughts—but deed Is smothered in your goatishness and greed! I dragged you to the country, made you walk ‘And work and wash; but you were too far gone, Cheese can't be made, I find, by churning chalk, Eunuchs may safely swill satyrion, Plaster your cancers while you can the knife Comes all too late to give a chance of life. m1 Oh, but the soul is there| …
1914 · PDF PAGE 11
…fitted with Madonna's name! x (The great sow snores.) Ab, but she holds me still. If T but turned, she would be up and doing, Crazy with lust or jealousy. Hog-swill Stirs her to phrenzy, quarrelling or wooing. Her wreath is mustard-leaves entwined with myrtle: Her turtle-dove combines the snapping turtle!