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1911 · PDF PAGE 283

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…eloved! . . . But the Brethren say sooth. Even Mercury liveth not for ever. [He recites. The light streams stronger through the lamps of sense. Intelligence Grows as we go. Alas: its icy glimmer Shows dimmer, dimmer The awful vaults we traverse. Were the sun Himself the one Glory of space, he would but illustrate The night of Fate. Are not the hosts of heaven in vain arrayed? Their light dismayed * Scherzo: Tschaikowski. 105

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1911 · PDF PAGE 283

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…eloved! . . . But the Brethren say sooth. Even Mercury liveth not for ever. [He recites. The light streams stronger through the lamps of sense. Intelligence Grows as we go. Alas: its icy glimmer Shows dimmer, dimmer The awful vaults we traverse. Were the sun Himself the one Glory of space, he would but illustrate The night of Fate. Are not the hosts of heaven in vain arrayed? Their light dismayed * Scherzo: Tschaikowski. 105

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1913 · PDF PAGE 161

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…th me and Caustic . - feast . Innocent . Sir, who are you ? Caustic . A man of good intent : A leech - a bodily salvation - giver . That sense mysterious of the sacrament Exists not in your soul , but in your liver . God is a fiction of the nervous cells Connected with a portion of the brain . Religion is disease , and it expels Spontaneous thought and renders manhood vain . How , at the last , you always , in your need , Summon the leech to save you , makes me smile . I diagnose a man 's religious creed By testing the condition of his bile . […

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1910 · PDF PAGE 165

The Winged Beetle

… the universal doom ? All swept away into a dusty tomb ! My friend ! who dreamt that dream of Permanence ? Are we exempt from any common sense Was not my fire warm while it burned ? Am I No living lyre because my songs must die ? Is not Becoming Being’s twin ? Be mute ! Is Death’s low drumming louder than Life’s lute ? Was I the ass, that fed my body on That crackling grass, long after midnight gone ; Or thou, that shivered all night long for fear The sun delivered no dawn upon the meer ? More, canst thou tell what god may watch thy beacon, Fee…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 39

Mortadello

…o be thine ! I would drink molten gold, and walk on white-hot steel, Once, only once to hold your body, once to feel The annihilation of sense and spirit in your caress, The imminent and intense bolt of your loveliness. MONICA. Well, yours the right reward of love and death. Time calls. Hell’s master hath toward a banquet in his halls. I am the whirlpool’s leap wherein the state shall founder There’s many now asleep next week shall slumber sounder. [She glides over the bridge as ORLANDO, stripped, dives for the body of the LADY MAGDALENA.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 180

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…t sea— Through the gray dusk a faint pink glows, The aureole of a flower that blows In the garden of the gods: too long I linger lost in sense of song; Too long I stay, too late, too late I wander by the hidden gate Of the garden, and the night-wind blows Around me still, ah, Rose, my Rose! From thee the wind-borne breezes float: From thee! the secret word, the note On the lips of a dying god, pierced through By the spear of Dawn. Is Dawn still new, Now thou art faded in the gloom ? Now thou art lost in death and doom? I know not yet; nor shall…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 180

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…t sea— Through the gray dusk a faint pink glows, The aureole of a flower that blows In the garden of the gods: too long I linger lost in sense of song; Too long I stay, too late, too late I wander by the hidden gate Of the garden, and the night-wind blows Around me still, ah, Rose, my Rose! From thee the wind-borne breezes float: From thee! the secret word, the note On the lips of a dying god, pierced through By the spear of Dawn. Is Dawn still new, Now thou art faded in the gloom ? Now thou art lost in death and doom? I know not yet; nor shall…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 76

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

… thing—presented first as a temptation, then as a doubt. Wherefore the cry, " Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani.” But got no further—save from a sense of dew distilling from the Eye in the Triangle by the Ray. Am still very much below par. Not that I feel bad ; but I sleep absurdly after massage. (As a matter of fact, he suffered intensely from neuralgia and eye trouble all this summer, with hardly any intermission) Reobligated, though ill. (Through the obstruction of a duct in the eye several extremely painful operations were needed, and he was in pra…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 76

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

… thing—presented first as a temptation, then as a doubt. Wherefore the cry, " Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani.” But got no further—save from a sense of dew distilling from the Eye in the Triangle by the Ray. Am still very much below par. Not that I feel bad ; but I sleep absurdly after massage. (As a matter of fact, he suffered intensely from neuralgia and eye trouble all this summer, with hardly any intermission) Reobligated, though ill. (Through the obstruction of a duct in the eye several extremely painful operations were needed, and he was in pra…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 86

The Law is for All

…se; and the Universe veils the Soul. Nature understands Herself by becoming self-conscious in Her units; and the Consciousness loses its sense of separateness by dissolution in Her. There has been much difficulty in the orthography (in sacred languages) of these names. Nu is clearly stated to be 56, 1]; but Had is only hinted obscurely. This matter is discussed later more fully; verses 15 and 16. 2. Come! all ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the complement of Nu, my bride. I am not extended, and Khabs is th…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 17

Clouds Without Water

… in heaven laughs ; There is rejoicing on the immortal shore. The angels deem us hurled from the above, Burnt out of bliss, blasted from sense and thought, Barred from the beauties of celestial love And branded with the annihilating Naught. O! pallid triumph: empty victory! When we sit smiling on the infernal thrones Starred with our utmost gems of infamy, Builded with tears, and cushioned with the groans Of these the victims of our joys immense — Child! I aspire to that bad eminence! Vil Hell hath no queen! But, o thou red mouth curving In kis…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 29

Little Poems in Prose

…ough it were but through the intensity of its desire, in this humour which doctors call hysteric, and which those who have a little more sense than doctors call Satanic, which compels us unre- sisting towards a crowd of dangerous or incon- venient actions.) The first person that I saw in the street was a glazier whose piercing and discordant cry came up to me through the heavy and con- taminated atmosphere of Paris. It would be ut- terly impossible for me ever to tell you why I was suddenly seized with a hatred, as sudden as it was despotic, ag…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 58

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ke of molten joy, one pond Steady as light and hard as diamond ; One drop, one atom of constraint intense, Of elemental passion scorning sense, All the concentred music that is I. O! hear me not! I die; I am borne away in misery of dumb life That would in words flash forth the holiest heaven That to the immortal God of Gods is given, And, tongue-tied, stammers forth—my wife ! 4. Iam dumb with rapture of thy loveliness. All metres match and mingle; all words tire; All lights, all sounds, all perfumes, all gold stress Of the honey-palate, all sof…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 34

Clouds Without Water

…God. Foul curses from my life’s envenomed flood Break in a vomit of black foam and blood. IX As one entranced by dint of cannabis, Whose sense of time is changed past recognition, Whether he suffer woe or taste of bliss, He loses both his reason and volition. He says one word — what countless ages pass! He walks across the room —— a voyage as far As the astronomer’s who turns his glass On faintest star-webs past the farthest star And travels thither in the spirit. So It seems impossible to me that ever The sands of our ill luck should run so lo…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 301

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…e Psychical Movement in America to bow solemnly before the crude “Teachings” obtained through this evident fraud of a medium? Any common sense man-of- the-world, reading this stuff, would form his own opinions,—for it is plain to see that,—by merely playing upon his vanity, and flattering him to the skies,— this ‘medium’ has managed to ingratiate herself so thoroughly with the noted Pro- fessor, that he has become blind to evidence, to facts, and to common sense. Here are a few typical “Nuggets of Wisdom” from the sittings :— “They are not so c…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 44

Clouds Without Water

… before us deep and wide Gape like the abyss, through which we fall to find Strange equilibrium without support, Strange rapture without sense, and void of mind Strange ecstasies that mock the name of thought. Sooner or later, Lola ! Circumstance Bows before those who never miss a chance. -- hy —- XIII This is enough to make a donkey laugh! I talk like a Dutch uncle; and you listen Like a man reading his own epitaph. But, really! Truly ! How our glad eyes glisten ! How our hearts romp ! Whatever we may say, Have never adoubt, Lord, that it’s al…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 517

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…hallucinations. But we here affirm something more than ordinary hallucina- tions. If the images attracted by diseased brains are in some sense real, can they not throw them without themselves, as real as they receive them? These images projected by the complete nervous organism of the medium, can they not affect the complete organism of those who, voluntarily or not, are in nervous sympathy with the medium? The things accomplished by Mr. Home prove that all this is possible. Now, let us reply to those who think that they see in these phenomena …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 517

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…hallucinations. But we here affirm something more than ordinary hallucina- tions. If the images attracted by diseased brains are in some sense real, can they not throw them without themselves, as real as they receive them? These images projected by the complete nervous organism of the medium, can they not affect the complete organism of those who, voluntarily or not, are in nervous sympathy with the medium? The things accomplished by Mr. Home prove that all this is possible. Now, let us reply to those who think that they see in these phenomena …

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1919 · PDF PAGE 302

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…o ask the question: How can men of intelligence and learning, perhaps with skill in other lines of research, be driven to accept such nonsense as proof of anything beyond obvious fraud on the part of the “medium”? How can their sense of all that constitutes evidence be so lacking,—their judgment so at fault,—as to accept this drivel as proof of “spirits”? One can form only the opinion—one seems driven to this con- clusion—that it is the “will to believe” which has influenced them in this manner— not the evidence itself, but their own warped and…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 75

Clouds Without Water

…heir stinking souls Interpret our last sighs as penitence When we close up the coruscating scrolls Of our life's joy, seal up the jar of sense To broach the starry flagon — splendid spilth? These creeping cravens shall be circumvented; They shall not belch their flatulence and filth On us, or tell the world that we repented. Come, as we strained it, let us break the tether ~Tn the last luxury — to die together ! IX Let Death steal softly through the gate of sleep On tiptoe ! win away the maiden life On velvet pinions to his azure steep; At ease…

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