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… the Soul rearisen from the embrace of Sin. | Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, flesh, and fire, So to slip down between Thighs vast and epicene, Morose and lean, To that unnameable morass, the ultimate mire. Wherefore behoves the Soul that l…
1901 · PDF PAGE 50
…ple. “So,” she said, ‘‘T reap the incarnation of the god.” So, gloomy and hideous, she would prowl about Seeking fresh human feasts, and bloody rites Stained the white altar of the world. And yet Her power is gone, and we behold her go, Haggard and weary, through the palace courts And through the temple, lusting for strange loves And horrible things, and thirsting for new steam Of thickening blood upon her altar steps. Her body wearies of desire, and fails To satisfy the fury of her spirit; The blood-feasts sicken her and yield no strength ; Sh…
1901 · PDF PAGE 9
…broken ice, Know ye what dragon lurks within your waves ? Know ye the secret of the cockatrice ? The basilisk whose shapeless brood Take blood and muck for food ? The sexless passion, the foul scorpion spawn ? The witches and the evil-chanting ones Who strangle stars and suns, Eclipse the moon, and curse against the dawn ? Know ye the haunts of death ? The hole that harboureth The sickening breath, Whence all disease is bred, and all corruption drawn ? Nay, these ye know not, or your waters cold Would stagnate, shudder, putrefy for fear ; Your …
1901 · PDF PAGE 104
…lls for ever free, Monstrous, a storm, a sea. In that desire their hands are strained and wrung; In that most infinite passion beats the blood, And bursting chants of amorous agony flung To the void Hell, are lost, not understood, Unheard by evil or good.
1901 · PDF PAGE 75
…es Horus dead, There Isis slain. We have no leader left. MESSENGER. The fight is doubtful. We may conquer still. AMENHATEP. By this shed blood and desecrated shrine And horrible hour of madness, may it be That all the evil fortune of the land, Created of these dead iniquities, Burn its foul flame out. Are ye not appeased, Even ye, O Powers of Evil, at this shame And sacrilege? And ye, Great Powers of Good, OI
1901 · PDF PAGE 43
…e are happy now To think our troubles should be ended so In perfect love and—I am feeling ill [CORA recovers her mental balance. CORA. A blood-grey vapour and a scorpion steam To poison the unrighteous life of God! [ULRIC looks on in a completely dazed manner, uncomprehending. CORA Zakes razor and puts tt in his hand. Kill yourself. ULRIC, smiling, as tf with some divine and ineffable joy, draws the razor across his throat, cutting in deeply. He falls bleeding. My dear! CORA. That is my duty to my motherhood. Let me now think of all this happen…
1901 · PDF PAGE 73
… Osirian power, If, when strikes the holy hour Of the holy sacrifice, Angels swoon from starry homes Full of inexpressive eyes, That the blood that swells and foams Lighten with the fervid air, To create from death’s despair Masteries of music, domes Gilded with the splendid essence of the highest hope of man; If the sombre stream that ran From the smitten breast be kindled with the sacrificial fire: If the altar set above In the palaces of love Glow with this, the perfect passion And sublime desire From the clay of Fate to fashion His own glor…
1901 · PDF PAGE 76
…ugh of expiation? We have sinned, But our iniquity he purged away, Who as avenger hath denied his life, To be made one with ye. O by his blood And strong desire of holiness, and might And justice, let him mediate between And mitigate your anger, that the name Of Egypt may not perish utterly. Make, make an end! THE LEPER. All things must work themselves To their own end. Created sin grown strong Must claim its guerdon. Ye abase yourselves Well for repentance; but ye shall not ward With tears and prayers the ruin ye have made, Nor banish the enor…
1901 · PDF PAGE 91
…of the hateful eyes! O and you fix them on me, your lips curse now—'tis fitter! Snarl on! eat out your heart with the poison that is its blood. Speak! and her lips move now with blasphemies cruel and bitter. Slow the words creep forth as a sleepy and deadly flood. They glitter, those Satanic eyes! ‘“‘Beast! I gave you my soul and my body to all your lust!
1901 · PDF PAGE 105
THE LESBIAN HELL gt Their sighs attract the unsubstantial shapes Of other women, and their kisses burn Cold on the lips whose purple blood escapes, A thin chill stream ; they feel not nor discern, Nor love's low laugh return. They kiss the spiritual dead, they pass Like mists uprisen from the frosty moon, Like shadows fleeting in a seer’s glass, Beckoning, yearning, amorous of the noon When earth dreams on in swoon. They are so sick for sorrow, that my eyes Are moist because their passion was so fair, So pure and comely that no sacrifice Seems …
1901 · PDF PAGE 25
…s pride and happiness, — In virtue’s mantle and love’s seemly dress, Immeasurably afraid. The hour is on them—let its weight express All blood, ali life, from the disastrous grape! In. God, in mercy, there is no escape, No anchor for distress. The hour strikes mournfully upon the bell Of the most awful precipice That merges hell in hell. There is deep silence in that dread abyss; There is deep silence in the spheréd sun; There is deep silence where the planets run, Il
1901 · PDF PAGE 123
…looks to Madness as its mother, Remembering Who once caught me by the well ; And the strange loves of that misshapen Other, The feast of blood, the cold enchanted dell, Where fire was filtered up through earth to smother, Sick scents of hell. And that wild night when vine-leaves wooed and clustered Round my wild limbs, and like a woman I went Over the mountains — how the Northwind blustered !— And slew with them the beast, and was content. The madness. Oh! the dreadful light that lustred The main event. Ay! the wild whirlings in the woodland re…
1901 · PDF PAGE 39
… sands Run through the glass, and all the light is gone. Abysses without name the mighty power Spans with spread fingers; on the horizon Blood stains the setting sun, The shattered sun; it shall not rise again ! No resurrection to the trampled flower, No hope to angels watching as in vain Love—lies—slain ! Madness and Terror and the deadly mood of Fortitude, A misbegotten brood Of all things shameful—O the desolate eyes Of the cold Christ enthroned! The weeping heaven Answers for angels: the oppressive skies See them dislink from bodily form an…
1901 · PDF PAGE 41
…mer? In my brain Reverberates some word impossible. O I am broken on the wheel of death ; My bones are ground in some infernal mill ; My blood is as the venom of a snake, Striking each vessel with unwonted pangs, Killing all good within me. I am—Ah! MADELINE. Dear friend, dear friend, seek comfort in my arms! Look to Our Lady of the Seven Stars! CORA. Can you not see? I am cut off from God! Loathsome bull-men in their corruption linked Whisper lewd fancies in my ear. Great fish, Monstrous and flat, with vile malignant eyes, And crawling beetles…
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… With some distortion. O your mouth’s awry! CORA, 2% a hoarse, horrible voice, You cannot tell! I cannot tell myself. Some vital mist of blood is shrouding sight From all but my corruption’s self. Come here And look within mine eyes, if you can see
1901 · PDF PAGE 71
…lands, all hail ! PACHAD. King of himself and lord of life and death, No lesser throne! I have borne me as a god, Avenging on my nearest blood the sin That brought me shameful to the shameless light. I have not faltered nor turned back at all, Nor moved my purpose for a moment’s thought. Nor will I now. The god is gone from me, And as a man I feel the living shame Of my existence, and the biting brand Of murder set upon me, and the sting Of my discrownéd forehead. I shall die Having this proof of my own nobleness To soothe the rancour of my str…