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…edness, 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 beyond possibility, no hour ‘But bring to ripeness in the royal sun …
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
…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 this grey globe of greed and lust! Ah ! that is less than naught to Thee Which is the all, and more, to me! This is my grief; nor God, nor man Cares what thing earthly may befall. True self conceives a subtler plan, Nor heeds the changes in the …
1914 · PDF PAGE 19
…all keep The holy vigil at his lady's shrine; And when you wake, you 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 mongrel…
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…