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…e, “that I Who have won nine should fail at ten! I set my all upon the die: There is no further trick to try. Call thrice accurséd above men Sir Palamede the Saracen!”
…e, “that I Who have won nine should fail at ten! I set my all upon the die: There is no further trick to try. Call thrice accurséd above men Sir Palamede the Saracen!”
SONNETS AND QUATORZAINS 123 OCTAVE MIRBEAU. BRUTAL refinement of deep-seated vice Carves the coarse features in a_ sentient mould. The gardens,! that were soft with flowers and gold And sickening with murder of lust to entice The insane to filthier raptures, carrion spice Of ordure for perfume, bloom there, fixed bold By the calm of the Master, god-like to behold The horror with firm chisel and glance of ice. Ay! and the petty and the sordid soul, A servile whore’s deformed debauchery,? Grins from the image. Let posterity From Rodin’s art guess…
XIV AccerT me asl am! I give All you can take. If you dislike Some fragments of the life I live, They are not yours: I scorn to strike One sword-swift pang against your peace. See! I'ma mountaineer. Release That spirit from your bonds: or come With me upon the mountains, cease This dull round, this addition sum Of follies we call France: indeed Cipher! And if at times I need The golden dawn upon the Alps, The gorges of Himalayan rock, The grey and ancient hills, the scalps Of hoary hills, the rattling shock Of avalanche adown the hills— Why, wh…
… Ja? J.»! ”(?לכUN- o. Ο my God ! One is Thy Beginning! One is Thy Spirit, and Thy PermutationOne! I. Let me extol Thy perfections before men. 2. In the Image of a Sixfold Star that flam- eth across the Vault inane, let me re-veil Thy perfections. 3. Thou hast appeared unto me as an aged God, a venerable God, the Lord of Time, bearing a sharp sickle. 4. Thou hast appeared unto me as a jocund and ruddy God, full of Majesty, a King, a Father in his prime. Thou didst bear the sceptre of the Universe, crowned with the Wheel of the Spirit. 5. Thou has…
Vv Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns t…
Vv Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns t…
by the hurtling clouds. Not the peaceful and discreet moon that visits the slumber of chaste men, but the moon, torn from heaven, con- quered, yet in revolt, that Thessalian witches force by their strong spell to dance on the af- frighted grass. Beneath her narrow brow dwell tenacious will and lust of prey; and yet on this disquiet- ing countenance, where the mobile nostrils sniff up the unknown and the impossible, there breaks forth with ineffable grace the laughter of a great mouth red and white and delicious; as who should dream of the mirac…
… Jephthah, speak! What ill has fallen? Speak! [Szlence. After a little the Chorus of Maidens understand, and break into watling. The old men gradually understand, and fill the atr with incoherent lamentations. BehindJephthah the soldiers, with white lips, have assumed their military formation, and stand at atten- tion by a visible effort of self-control.
…e, Sing, sing the crown of tender miracles, The pure true wife ! Sing not of love, the unutterable one, The love divine that Mary has to men. Seek not the winepress and the rising sun Beyond thy ken ! Tannhauser [aside). Who is this man that reads my inmost thought ? The Unknown Minstrel. I sing of love, most delicate and pure, Surely the crown of life ! How slow and sweet Its music ! Shall the ecstasy endure, Sunshine on wheat ? 104
OCTAVE MIRBEAU RUTAL refinement of deep-seated vice Carves the coarse features in a sentient mould. The gardens,’ that were soft with flowers and gold And sickening with murder of lust to entice The insane to filthier raptures, carrion spice Of ordure for perfume, bloom there, fixed bold By the calm of the Master, god-like to behold The horror with firm chisel and glance of ice. Ay! and the petty and the sordid soul, A servile whore’s deformed debauchery,? Grins from the image. Let posterity From Rodin’s art guess Mirbeau’s heart, extol The let…
…s archipelago, Her brows bound bright with many a scarlet blossom — Like the blood of the slain that flowered free When we met the black men knee to knee ! ALEXANDER Brothers, how found you me ?
…ew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous! 28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two. 29. For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union. 30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all. 31. For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all…
…r, A children’s snare ? “ But I am here, I will not heed, I will not give more signs ; But I Will come with heavy hand and deed And give men knowledge ere they die How their priests lie. “ A gospel marred, a bastard creed, A dogma out of hell ye teach ! False shepherds, ye shall learn your meed ; Not as waves breaking on the beach My wrath shall reach ! “ I forget not—heed not my cry, Play out the farce, wed fast the twain !— Red judgment and black death draw nigh, Your blasphemies shall all be vain, And your souls slain. “ Vipers ! on him my m…
…d watch the centuries wax and wane : Untouched by Time’s corroding tooth, Silent, immortal, unprofane ! My empire changes not with time. Men’s kingdom's cadent as a rhyme Move me as waves that rise and fall. They are the parts, that crash or climb, I only comprehend the All. I sit, as God must sit ; I reign. Redemption from the threads of pain I weave, until the veil be drawn. I burn the chaff, I glean the grain ; In silence I await the dawn.
…ile answering flames illume the deep, The blue pavilions blaze to heaven. Silent and stern the northward way They ride; alone before his men Staggers through black to rose and grey Sir Palamede the Saracen.
…ile answering flames illume the deep, The blue pavilions blaze to heaven. Silent and stern the northward way They ride; alone before his men Staggers through black to rose and grey Sir Palamede the Saracen.
…three score and seven years. All this wealth of virgin gold This thy babe shall helt and hold. He shall buy the souls of priests ; Forge men chains, and make them beasts ; Give the carrion soldier meat, And corrupt the judgment-seat. With it he shall seethe the snake Of his faith in fire-hot blood ; Hurt the humble, strew the stake With the faggots ; gild the rood That for many a year shall brand With its blight full many a land. CHAU I have brought him frankincense. He shall dull therewith the sense Of his slaves, that they may be Docile in th…
12 IV Now, with two score of men in life And one fair babe, Sir Palamede Resolves one last heroic strife, Attempts forlorn a desperate deed. At dead of night, a moonless night, A night of winter storm, they sail In dancing dragons to the fight With man and sea, with ghoul and gale. Whom God shall spare, ride, ride! (so springs The iron order). Let him fly On honour’s steed with honour’s wings To warn the king, lest honour die! Then to the fury of the blast Their fury adds a dreadful sting : The fatal die is surely cast. To save the king—to save…
…llows of the Tomb Into the Night,— Impenetrable gloom Folding me in from sound and sense and sight; No Light, Save from that leprous orb men call the Moon, Whose rune Spells Death and Madness : Like to a blinded babe from out the womb, Like a dishevelled ghost before the tomb, I wandered, seeking for my Self, the boom Of ANCIENT DAYS was on me. Not a star Swam in the heavens,—but aloft, afar, One Meteor Rolled like a great gold goblet through the sky, Spilling strange dreams. Strange dreams that ever flow, yet flow amiss The while a slow voice …