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…ng wild animals Suddenly hoisted on the crucifix To radiate seraphic coronals, Flowers, flowers—O let our light and darkness mix, Adela, Goddess and beast with me in the gondola! Come! though your hair be a cascade of fire, Your lips twin snakes, your tongue the lightning flash, Your teeth God’s grip on life, your face His lyre, 315
…graff, And the lamp of no olive oil With hearts blood that alone may boil. With naked breast and feet unshod I follow the wizard way to God Wherever he leads my foot shall follow ; Over the height, into the hollow, Up to the caves of pure cold breath, Down to the deeps of foul hot death, Across the seas, through the fires, Past the palace of desires ; Where he will, whether he will or no, If I go, I care not whither I go. For in me is the taint of the faery blood. Fast, fast, its emerald flood Leaps within me, violent rude Like a bestial faun…
…ssed? What froze My dream to this awakening—fearful flood Of horror loosed, loosing a sweat of blood, An agony of terror on these brows? God! God! Indeed, indeed this is the house ! Wide the portal The candles sputtered and went out. I stood Fettered by fear, and heard the lonely wind Lament across the marsh. A frenzied flood Of hate and loathing swept across my mood, And with a shudder I flung the door to. Mind And body sank a huddled wreck behind. Nought stirred. Draws hither the grim doom of Fate? A long, long while. Now—in the central core …
4 JEZEBEL And on my haggard face upturned She spat ! Ah God ! how my cheek burned ! Then, as a man betrayed, and doomed Already, I arose and went, And wrestled with myself, consumed With passion for that sacrament Of shame. From the day unto this My cheek desires that hideous kiss. Her hate, her scorn, her cruel blows, Fill my whole life, consume my breath ; Her red-fanged hatred in me glows, I lust for her, and hell, and death. I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me ; dreams divide the night, (My …
…f many a venomed drug, that clings and cleaves, An clutches like a dead man’s hand, and weaves Its subtle scheme of agony through me. Is God to help a mortal ? Or are we Caught in Fate’s mesh without a hope to ’ scape ? Ah ! look around ! In every darksome shape ! Fearful, nude Venus grins. Alcyone Mocks with her sickening smile. Hill, moor, and lea Make me to hate them. Only Clytie there, Wild arms thrown wide, an agony of hair Streamed fierce behind her, seems to sympathize ; Through selfish, yet despair in both our eyes Gives us a link of lo…
…ate upon her poop; she shakes; He strings a sudden arrow. Ocean sweeps Over his curséd craft. The arrow takes The straight swift road—Ah God !—to her who sleeps, To her bright bosom as at peace she lies. She is dead quickly, and the ocean keeps The secret of my sorrow from her eyes. I will not weep; I cannot weep; I turn And watch the sail fill with the wind that sighs A little for pure pity—I discern The cowards shake with fear; the vessel springs Light to the breezes, as the golden erne That seeks a prey on its impetuous wings: The reef is pa…
… alone the man. O silvern shape and span Of moonlight, reaching over the grey, large Breast of the surf-bound strand, Life of the earth, God’s child, Man’s bride, the light of the sweet land ! Are emeralds ever a spark of this clear green, Or sapphires hints of this diviner blue, Or rubies shadows of this rosy hue, Or light itself elsewhere so clear and clean ? For all the sparkling dews of heaven fallen far Crystalline, fixed, forgotten (as a star Forgets its nebulous virginity) Are set in all the sky and earth and sea. Shining with solar fire…
54 AMBERGRIS FROM TANNHÄUSER Tannhäusers Song In the Beginning God began And saw the Night of Time begin ; Chaos, a speck ; and space, a span ; Ruinous cycles fallen in, And Darkness on the Deep of Time. Murmurous voices call and climb ; Faces, half-formed, arise ; and He Looked from the shadow of His throne, The curtain of Eternity ; He lookedand saw Himself alone, And on the sombre sea, the primal one, Faint faces, that might not abide ; Flicker, and are fordone. So were they caught within the spacious tide, The sleepy waters that encased t…
… out an imaginary meaning for this "nonsense" sets one thinking of the Mysteries; one enters into deep contemplation of holy things, and God Himself leads the soul to a real illumination. Hence also the necessity of Incarnation: the soul must descend into all falsity in order to attain All-Truth. For instance: Old Mother Hubbard Went to her cupboard To get her poor dog a bone ; When she got there, ' This chapter was dictated in answer to a casual remark by Soror Virakam. Fra. P. said jokingly that everything contained the Truth, if you knew how…
LIBER L. VEL LEGIS Unity uttermost showed ! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou has…
LIBER L. VEL LEGIS Unity uttermost showed ! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou has…
…is no Virtue in them. Yet be thou ware lest thou fall into the Heresy which maketh Pain, and Self-sacrifice as it were Bribes to corrupt God, to secure some future Pleasure in an imagined After-life. Nay, also of the other Part, fear not to destroy thy Complexes, thinking dreadfully thereby to lose the Power of creating Joy by their Distinction. Yet in each Marriage be thou bold to affirm the spiritual Ardour of the Orgasm, fixing it in some Talisman, whether it be Art, or Magick, or Theurgy. g
… body radtates a dazzling light, and his face ts that of the Christ cruct- Who comes by fred. Save us, Saints, save us! I have looked on God ! TANNHAUSER. Heinrich! my friend, my old true-hearted friend ! Fear not ! Iam not ghost, but living man ! Ah me, ah me, the sorrow of the world ! HEINRICH. Thou, Tannhauser ! what miracle is this? Your body glows—with what unearthly light ? TANNHAUSER, I did not know. Ah! sorrow of this earth ! What tears are falling from the Pleiades ! What sobs tear out Orion’s jewelled heart ! Ah me! As these, as these…
…? Should I be silent, I, and be unsatisfied ? For solitude shall bend Self to all selfishness, and have one friend, Self, and behold one God, and be, and look beyond the End. VI O Solitude ! how many have mistaken Thy name for Sorrow’s, or for Death’s or Fear’s ! Only thy children lie at night and waken— How shouldst thou speak and say that no man hears ? O Soul of Tears ! For never hath fallen as dew thy word, Nor is thy shape shewed, nor as Wisdom’s heard Thy crying about the city In the house where is no pity, But in the desolate halls and l…
…of the sea Than her waves deep-merging and striving and surging That deem they are free. In spirit I stand on the mountain, My soul into God’s withdrawn And look to the East like a fountain That shoots up the spray of the dawn. And the life of the mountain swims through me (So the song of a thrush in me thrills) And the dawn speaks to me, of old for it knew me The soul of the hills. I stand on the mountain in wonder As the splendour springs up in the East, As the cloud banks are rended asunder, And the wings of the Night are released. As in tra…
…d upon earth! Stand not thou up against me a witness! Oppose me not, judge, in my quest! Accuse me not now of unfitness Before the Great God, the dread Lord of the West! For I fastened the one to the other With a spell for their mystical girth, The earth and the wonderful West, When I flourished, o earth, on the breast! The dead man Ankh-f-n-Khonsu Saith with his voice of truth and calm: O thou that hast a single arm! O thou that glitterest in the moon! I weave thee in the spinning charm; I lure thee with the billowy tune. The dead man Ankh-f-n…
…d strong leman, Begottest Hlape—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clear eye discerns the arsenals deep, Where the small folk of buried metals sleep! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Whose broad hand hides the giddy precipice From sleepers straying about some edifice ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Whose skill makes supple the old bones, at needs, Of the belated so…
…g, swiftly grows A new soul’s joy, a fuller-pettalled rose. Many the spirits broken for one man ; Many the men that perish to create One God the more ; many the weary and wan Old Gods that die to constitute a Fate : How many Fates then, think you, must control The stainless aspiration of the soul ? Not one. I tell you, destiny is sure, Yet moves no finger : though it tune my tongue, My tongue shall tune it too : my words endure As destiny decays : my hands are flung In prayer to Heaven ; nay, to mine own crown, To raise myself, and not to drag …
… forsooth This was my love, my peace, my faith, my truth, The rosebud of my youth ! It was—it is not—it can never be. This would corrupt God’s body with a breath. I see Him sicken and swoon ; I see Him rot Through, though His tabernacle be Eternity. This makes a man catch hold of death Greedily like a harlot in the street That plucks by the arm some sot. Death shakes me off with a hoarse curse. Tied to this woman, his beneficence
…de Thou art sufficient to redeem the world. XIII O ! is the secret of the starry deep Nothing but pain and pleasure, grief and joy ? Is God a wanton boy To play with us so bitter cheap By such a jewelled light ? Be thine the power, Rose of the Stars, in this thy tortured hour When the wee lips that clung to thee are cold, To give the world a light of other gold From that men hoard, from that the suns afford In their implacable cars As they roll on impassive ; bid thy Lord (O Rose, Rose of the Stars !) And slave make known thy beauty and thy pa…