1905 · PDF PAGE 204
Collected Works (Vol. I)
…Holy One: Seek out the secret of the inmost shrine, Strong in the might and spirit of the sun. Arise, arise, arise, Give passage to mine eyes,
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Collected Works (Vol. III)
…orisons To her, to her, to her alone. Oh Kali, Kali, Kali, quell This hooded hate, O Queen of Hell! iler ruby-studded brow is calm ; Her eyes shine like some sleepy flood ; Her breast is oliban and balm ; Her tongue lolls out, a-dripping blood ; She swings my body to and fro ; She breaks me on the wheel of woe ! To her eternal rapture seems Mere nature; underneath the crown Of dusky emeralds there streams A river of bliss to sluice me down With blood and tears, to drown my thought, To bring my being into nought. The cruel teeth, the steady snee…
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1905 · PDF PAGE 150
Collected Works (Vol. I)
…es in the censer. So he passed, Laughing, and on the altar the flame fell, Till a great darkness was upon the room, And only the Queen’s eyes blazed out. all 1 S’afi is the ISgyptian for fear. Silently went, and left her naked there, Crowned, sceptred, and exultant, till a chant Rolled from her moving lips; and great fear fell Upon us, and the flame leapt, and we fled, Worshipping. But the mood passed, and we see A lecherous woman whose magician power Is broken, and the balance of her mind Made one with the fool's bauble, and her wand, That was…
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1907 · PDF PAGE 218
Collected Works (Vol. III)
212 ORPHEUS It takes up the cry of the wind. Its eyes with weeping are blind. A strong hate whirls it behind As it flees for ever. Mad, with the tokens of Fear ; Branded, and sad, without cheer; Year after ghastly year, And it endeth never. And this is the mystical stranger, The subtle Arcadian God That lurks as for sorrow and danger, Yet rules all the earth with his rod. Abiding in spirit and sense Through the manifold changes of man, This soul is alone and intense And one—He is Pan. More subtle than mass as ye deem it He abides in the strife …
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1905 · PDF PAGE 8
Collected Works (Vol. I)
…ave been sedulously sought out and ACELDAMA. '‘T contemplate myself in that dim sphere Whose hollow centre I am standing at With burning eyes intent to penetrate The black circumference, and find out Ged.” ‘Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone; but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal.”--S‘vr. JOHN xil, 24, 25. Ir was a windy night, that memorable seventh night of December, when this philosophy wa…
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1905 · PDF PAGE 50
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…yond the moment’s pain We shall regather where the skies are blue, And live and love for aye, pure, passionate, and true. Also before my eyes there gleams from Tleaven The likeness ofa Man in glory set ; The sun is blotted, and the skies are riven— A God flames forth my spirit to beget ; And where my body and his love are met A new desire possesses altogether My whole new self as in a golden net Of transcendental love one fiery tether, Dissolving all my woe into one sea of weather. So I am reacly to assume the Cross, Start on my journey with th…
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1907 · PDF PAGE 16
Collected Works (Vol. III)
… boot-button girl. Appal These words? Ah, would your spirit save her? She’s right just as she is: so wise You look through hardly-opened eyes One would believe you could do better. Ma foi! And is your God your debtor? So, my true love, I paint you three Portraits of women that love me. XXII. THESE portraits, darling, are they yours? And yet there sticks the vital fact That these, as you, are women. The devil of the inexact With subtle leasing? Nay! O nay! I’ll catch him with a cord, draw out By a bent fish-hook through his snout, Give to my mai…
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1907 · PDF PAGE 78
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… are—for your charming letter does not mention your honourable name—we shall very soon have the pleasure of seeing you. ‘ Embrace of the eyes,” eh? You distrust my door already, eh? Why do you knock so? [Great noise below.) No honester crafts- man ever built a door—you waste time! Why so reluctant to move from the cold night to the ‘‘ blush of an alabaster brow,” and the rest of your accursed troubadour’s jargon, to a bliss you little expect. “‘ Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet ducere nuda choros.” But your choros, Blanche, is but …
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1905 · PDF PAGE 39
Collected Works (Vol. I)
… Washes the walls of this grey tower in vain ; I contemplate myself in that dim sphere Whose hollow centre I am standing at With burning eyes intent to penetrate ‘The black circumference, and find out God-— 1 Jehovah, the name of 4 letters. 1+2+ 3+4=10. 2 ‘The first Amen is=91 or 7x13. The second is the Inscrutabie Amoun. 3°¢°'The Poisoners,” finished later, but dis- carded as over-Tourncuresque, And only see myself. The walls of Space Mock me with silence. What is Life? The stars Are silent. O ye matchless ministers That daily pass in your app…
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1905 · PDF PAGE 213
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…hirlwinds of my mountain throne! I chargé your souls to go Unto the souls of men, and bid them rise Toward redemption, and the unsullied eyes. I charge you go and whisper unto men The solemn glories of your secret mind, Making them pure, and wise; return ye then Unto your proper kind, Having thus offered water, blood, and tears, for the remission of our carrion years.! So deepen all the mountains: even so The wandering shadows close upon the day; The sunlight burns its fading ruby glow On the chaotic way. Night falls, and I must tread the dizzy…
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1919 · PDF PAGE 308
The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)
…s not a clear thinker like Hinton. He is just a little bourgeois who has put on Hinton’s hat, and it comes down very far indeed over his eyes. He cannot see that the interpretation of phenomena as 204
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1907 · PDF PAGE 15
Collected Works (Vol. III)
… Still in the dusk: her body sang Out full and clear ‘‘O love me!” Rang The silver couplets undismayed, Bright, bold, convincing. In her eyes Glittered enamelled sorceries. She was a piece of jewel work Sold by a Christian to a Turk, She had fed on air that day: the flowers About her curled, ambrosial bowers Of some divine perfume: the soul Of ether made her wise ; control Of strong distilled delight. She showered Wit and soft laughter and desire About her breasts in bliss embowered, And subtle and devouring fire Leapt in live sparks about her …
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1905 · PDF PAGE 105
Collected Works (Vol. I)
…d under my fond guardianship As worthily. Thus far, and §0—the end. THE HONOURABLE ADULTERERS I. I LooKED beneath her eyelids, where her eyes Like stars were deep, and dim like summer skies 3 I looked beneath their lashes; and be- hold ! My own thought mirrored in their maiden gold. Shame drew to them to cloud their light with lies, And shrank back shamed ; but Love waxed bright and bold. The devilish circle of the fiery ring! Became one moment like a little thing, And Truth and God were near us to with- draw The veil of Love’s unalterable law.…
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1907 · PDF PAGE 61
Collected Works (Vol. III)
…te in itself, but one running on into the next. Thou knowest that not in flesh Lies the fair fresh Delight of Love; not in mere lips and eyes The secret of these bridal ecstasies, Since thou art everywhere, Rose of the World, Rose of the Uttermost Abode of Glory, Rose of the High Host Of Heaven, mystic, rapturous Rose ! The extreme passion glows Deep in this breast ; thou knowest (and love knows) How every word awakes its own reward In a thought akin to thee, a shadow of thee; And every tune evokes its musical Lord ; And every rhyme tingles and…
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1906 · PDF PAGE 62
Collected Works (Vol. II)
… me and blended My self into God’s. But God—what divinity rises To me in the mountainous place? What sun beyond suns, and surprises Mine eyes at the dawn of His face? No God in this silence existing, No heaven and no earth of Him skills, Save the blizzards unresting, whirling and twisting Adrift on the hills,
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1907 · PDF PAGE 175
Collected Works (Vol. III)
…he world of sense Opened so swift and so intense Unto the being. Thus she stood Impatient on the patient flood With wonder waking in her eyes. Thus the young dove droops wing, and dies, In wonder why the winged thing Loosed from yon twanging silver string Should strike, should hurt. But now she wakes, Wreathes like a waterfall of snakes The golden fervour of her hair About the body brave and bare Starred in the sunlight by the spray, And laughed upon me as I lay Watching the change: First dawn of fire ! First ghost of nightfall’s grey desire ! …
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1905 · PDF PAGE 113
Collected Works (Vol. I)
…right moon bare Her maiden bosom, through the kissing gold Where lovers’ lips are molten, and breasts hold Their sister bodies, and deep eyes are wed, And fire of fire enflowers the sacred head Of mingling passion, through the silent sleep Where love sobs out its )ife, and new Joves leap To being, through the dawn of all new things, There burns an angel whose amazing wings
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1906 · PDF PAGE 138
Collected Works (Vol. II)
…t the door? Back, back. It is ill luck, ill luck, I say. Where is old Andrew? The faithful fool—Oh, the last dreadful look of his glazed eyes! What am I saying? Maurya, girl, go! I must tend the temple. I must be alone. It is not fitting— Maurya. You are ill; come and be tended yourself, first. CriospA. No! I am well. girl, not a God. Maurya. Oh! Oh! Have I done amiss? Am I not—— CRIOSDA. Stop, don’t ! LAsede.] I must be man—tut ! tut !— [Aloud.| Why, little sister, know Those whom we worship as our gods are gods. The power is mine: that art no…
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1905 · PDF PAGE 217
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2190 THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST O thou, mine angel, whom these eyes have seen, These hands have handled, mouth has kissed ! O thou, the very tongue of fire, the clean Sweet-scented presence of a holier Christ ! Listen, and answer, and behold! My wings Droop, O thou stronger than the immortal kings ! and _ this My flame burns dim! O bring the broken jar And alabaster casket, and dispense The oil that flows from that supernal star, And holy fountains of the Influence.! Bring peace, and strength, and quicken in my heart Mastery of night-fear and…
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1907 · PDF PAGE 98
Collected Works (Vol. III)
…our body is like ivory and silk ! Your lips are like the poppies in the garden ! Your face is like a wreath of flowers to crown me! Your eyes are wells wherein I long to drown me ! Your hair is like a waterfall above me, A waterfall of sunset! In your bosom I hear the racing of a heart to love me. Your blood is beating like a wind-blown blossom With rapture that you mingle it in mine! Your breath is fresh as foam and keen as wine ! Intoxicating glories are your glances ! Your bodily beauty grips my soul and dances 1 Meaning that by study of Sha…
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