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…thin The well, and brake the images That I had made, as I must makeMen spin The webs that snare themwhile the knees Bend to the tyrant God, or unto Sin The lecher sunder ! Ah ! came that undulant light from over or from under ? XIII It matters not. Come, change ! Come, woe! Come, mask ! Drive Light, Life, Love into the deep ! In vain we labour at the loathsome task Not knowing if we wake or sleep ;
OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 41 MORTADELLO. Body and blood of God ! THE DOGE. Death ! THE ARCHBISHOP. Sacrilege ! GABRIELE. Close the doors ! Let none escape ! A VOICE. The doors are thronged. MORTADELLO. Swords ! Swords ! GABRIELE. Who roars So loud ? Keep silence, sir, or we are all undone ! MORTADELLO. Misshapen knave ! THE DOGE. Peace, peace. MORTADELLO. Thou misbegotten one ! Lay hands upon the household. [The church fills with smoke. GABRIELE. Alls gone dark. THE DOGE. Gone dark ! MORTADELLO. Gone dark ! GABRIELE. Crackles and fumes ; they ha…
…u sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the god’s delight: Here, from the edge of night I pluck thee forth, a flower Too fair for the garish day, the barren sod. My Rose! My ensanguined Rose! For ever mine, Mine in the birth of the spirit : the flash that fades, Unveiling still, lights thee, that bloomest still Till that thou dost fulfil The old gray world, divine With the breath of thee in the cool, white colonnades. 143
…u sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the god’s delight: Here, from the edge of night I pluck thee forth, a flower Too fair for the garish day, the barren sod. My Rose! My ensanguined Rose! For ever mine, Mine in the birth of the spirit : the flash that fades, Unveiling still, lights thee, that bloomest still Till that thou dost fulfil The old gray world, divine With the breath of thee in the cool, white colonnades. 143
…s a lure Shall laugh at Fate ; We have tolled Death’s knell ; All streams are pure ; We are new-create ; All’s well, all’s well! We have God to endure, we are very sure All’s well ! In such wise rang the challenge unto Death With clear high eloquence and happy breath ; So did a brave sad heart grow glad again And mock the riddle that the dead Sphinx saith. When I am dead, remember me for this That I bade workers work, and lovers kiss ; Laughed with the Stoic at the dream of pain, And preached with Jesus! the evangel—bliss. When I am dead, think…
… I wrote a double Hokku on the Hokku itself. Here it is: THE HOKKU Catch me, caress me, Crush me! Gather a dewdrop --- Star to a system! God in an atom! Comets revel around it --- That is a Hokku. {766} I became a frequent contributor to Vanity Fair. I can never be sufficiently grateful to Frank Crowinshield for his kindness and patience. My association with him is the one uniformly pleasant experience of dealing with editors that I can quote. He always took pains to make the most of his material. If a contribution did not suit him, he did not …
…in this body that ye know, Transmuting! Look upon me, ye blind eyes! Behold, dull souls and ignorant desires! See if I be not altogether god! [She assumes the appearance of her mature beauty, standing before them with the wand upratsed. Wonder and worship! Sing to me the song Of the extreme spring! Rejoice in my great strength And infinite youth and new fertility, And lave your foreheads in this holy milk That springs, the fountain of humanity, Luminous in the temple! Raise the hymn. CHORUS. Through fields of foam ungarnered sweeps The fury of …
…hus then I sate, and warmed me at the blaze, Brooding like Fate upon my desert days. Before the dawn, the pyre burnt through to ash, The god withdrawn ; effaced the golden gash !
… is sure. But they come hither. Shall we rather flee? ELEAZAR. I stand here manly, and will die a man. CHORUS. For cowardice not pleases God, nor fear. Shall we not take up weapons? Or shall IIe Rather defend us with Ilis oly Arm, We not presuming in our arrogance To come with cunning, and defend ourselves ? IeLEAZAR. Nay, but God smites with sharpness of our swords. CIroRUs. The sword is made sharp in our hands, but the point IIe shall guide; We grasp the tough ash of the spear, but ITis hand is beside ; We drive in a cloud at the foe, chariot…
…t me foul wrong to bring thy sword And torch of rapine in my pleasant land. Between the folk of Ammon and the folk Of Israel this day be God the judge. [Exzt Second Herald. ELEAZAR. Well spoken: but the ear that will not hear Is deafer than the adder none may charm. JEPHTHAH. I know it, and will not await the answer. But dawn shall see a solemn sacrifice, And solemn vows, and long swords glittering, And moving columns that shall shake the earth With firm and manly stride; and victory Most like a dove amid the altar-smoke. CHORUS. We, passing he…
… and then began : O thou, a child of Heaven, and a man, Even so my lover, shall my woeful song So move thy spirit for my bitter wrong (God-nurtured though thou be) against the rods Laid on me by my mother, whom the gods, Righteous in anger, doomed, for fiery sin Kindled by hell-flames, cherishéd within Her lustful heart, for sin most damnable, To suffer torment in remotest hell, Where the grim fiend grinds down with fiery stones The unrepentant marrow of mens bones, Or chills their blood with poisonous vials of death, Or dooms them to the to…
…omplete and absolute, And in this strong perfection of myself Stands the triumphant power of my desire, Manifest over self, and man, and god! For in the sacred coffin lies his corpse Who shall arise at the enormous word Of my creating deity; his life Shall quicken in him, and the dead man rise Osiris; and all power be manifest In our supreme reunion ; let the priest Cast incense on the fire, upon the ground Let water of the fertilising Nile Be spilt, because these dark maternal breasts That gave their milk to that divinest child Are not yet ful…
…rl of man against his friend :— How should he (such an one) perceive the end, Or listen to the voice of Nature, know it for the voice of God ? EPODE NATURE Lo! in the interstellar space of night, Clothed with deep darkness, the majestic spaces Abide the dawn of deity and light, Vibrate before the passionless pale faces Shrined in exceeding glory, eremite. The tortoise skies in sombre carapaces Await the expression and the hour of birth In silence through the adamantine girth. I rose in glory, gathered of the foam. The sea’s flower folded, chari…
9 Far from the central pearl Of all the diadem of the universe ? Let God take pen, rehearse Dull nursery tales ; then, not before, O rose, Red rose ! shall the belovd of thee, Infinite rose ! pen puerile poetry That turns in writing to vile prose. Were this the quintessential plume of Keats And Shelley and Swinburne and Verlaine, Could I outsoar them, all their lyric feats, Excel their utterance vain With one convincing rapture, beat them hollow As an asss skin ; wert thou, Apollo, Mere slave to me, not Lord thy fieriest flight And stat…
The Reproaches of God. 61 Muslim, but detested by the “ Arami ” (Persians) who ever seek to defile his tomb, often risking their lives in the attempt. Frequent is the pun between Omar and Hhumar “ ass.” They are spelt nearly alike ([Persian text] and [Persian text]) and Persian pronunciation always slurs the difference between “ ma’ajub ” and “ ma’aruf ” o and u. 4. Whose ? Presumably the Nubian’s ; but the text is ambiguous. 5. A pun [Persian text] means both “ rock ” and a jinn who offended King Solomon. The latter (as usual) imprisoned him i…
…row, which is the mark of the Beast spoken of in the Apocalypse, and is the sign of Initiation. “The shedding of blood is necessary, for God did not hear the children of Eve until blood was shed. And that is external religion; but Cain spake not with God, nor had the mark of initiation upon his brow, so that he was shunned of all men, until he had shed blood. And this blood was the blood of his brother. This is a mystery of the sixth key of the Tarot, which ought not to be called The Lovers, but The Brothers. “In the middle of the card stands C…
…, and buys it with the Coin that bears his Image and Superscription. Such is the secret of the Soul of the Artist. He knows that he is a God, of the Sons of God; he has no fear or shame in showing himself of the seed of his Father. He is proud of that Father’s most precious privilege, and he honours him no less than himself by using it. He accepts his family as of his own royal stock; everyone is as princely as he is himself. But he were not his Father’s son unless he found for himself a Form fit to express himself by multi plex reproductions …
14 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Only to me her eyelids sever And lips respire her equal breath ; Still in the unknown star I see The very god that is of me. The day’s pale countenance is lifted, The rude sun’s forehead he uncovers ; No soft delicious clouds have drifted, No wing of midnight’s bird that hovers ; Yet still the hard blind blue is rifted, And still my star and I as lovers Yearn to each other through the sky With eyes half closed in ecstasy. Night, Night, O mother Night, descend ! O daughter of the sleeping sea ! O dusk, O sister-spirit, len…
…pt. Any stimulus may stimulate. Knowing Shelley almost by heart, the present writer is still ignorant of his domestic affairs—and thanks God for it. Here, however, we have no work of genius to save from soilure. The poem is less than the man, as the editor has pointed out in his sufficiently able introduction. Nevertheless, in our opinion, the poem is sufficiently remarkable to merit consideration per se, and the poet must be considered as having entered the lists. To break a lance or two with him, then. We are very sorry that he should have se…
…I am master of desire. Silent, I pass amid the folk Caught in its mesh, slaves to its yoke. Silent, unknown, I work and will Redemption, godheads master-stroke, And breaking of the wands of ill. No man hath seen beneath my brows Eternitys exultant house. No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse. I wait the centuries wax and wane. Poor, in the kingdom of strong gold, My power is swift and uncontrolled. Simple, amid the maze of lies ; A child, among the cruel old, I plot their stealthy destinies. So patient, in the breath…