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…y 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 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…
1914 · PDF PAGE 4
…r 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 |—of Chicago May? u Like salt pools in a marsh her skin is, soiled With labours and abortions, stained and …
1914 · PDF PAGE 16
CHICAGO MAY PART II—LONDON Jaxvary I Ap yet I have been faithful : T have tried All a man might to wake a soul within The lazar life of you, sought single-eyed Salvation for you—even through your sin, Alas! you cannot sin ; for sin means will. Chicago May can only gorge and swill. ‘Oh! T have flamed at you, thrust deep my ki Into the fat about your hampered heart! I would have taken you to be my wife; T would have doctored you with love and art. With the first quarter-glass of dry champagne ‘The rift that was clouds hopelessly again. Ah, but I …
1914 · PDF PAGE 21
… 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: from the poet's brow The veil of sorrow drops ; far, pure, and pal…
1914 · PDF PAGE 27
…ight vale and hill In holy light and holy shade Are blest, so he that hath his will In the male mastery of his maid. Translucent, all my soul is bathed In that clear potency and calm ‘Swayed without wind, divinely swathed In silken silence breathing balm. The past is past! the future hangs A haze of grey to eastward woven, ‘A haze that only by the pangs Of the dawn’s birth may yet be cloven1 Ah, love! and may the night discede? ‘The dawn that wakes us warn us? Nay! The lyre is lively as the reed, ‘The night less loyal than the day. ‘These dunes…
1914 · PDF PAGE 17
…uchs 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| as pure and sweet As if you never had defiled it, pure Without attaint, impeccable, complete, Perfect, through all the ages to endure— Ahi! then T love you after all—the years Dissolved in the black bowl—these bitter tears © God! I love you more than I love her, Because you are lost, because you are mere dung. ‘That makes your pearl shine! Stark and sinister The curses wither on my frozen tongue…
1914 · PDF PAGE 7
…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 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 12
… no wonder| She even stole my own vile wage; she stole ‘What she had given me herself: she took The body, wants the mind, would take the soul If she knew any longer where 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.
1914 · PDF PAGE 10
…oo. VIIL ““T thought I was worth something!” Yes, you are; ‘Worth what the jeweller and the old-clothes-man ‘And the pork-butcher offer. Soul's a star, (And that is why no woman ever loathes man.) Tf you've that star, how could I “ guess it, say,” From the inspection of your Milky Way?
1914 · PDF PAGE 25
… intolerable bliss ‘Whose recrudescence is eternal rest— Laylah! I come to you, I come to you— ‘Three thousand miles, what are they to a soul ‘Whose insight bafiles the blind blaze of blue With single effort to a single goal? Laylah! 1 charge you by the love, the love ‘That you and I bear to each other, come