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… My poisonous passion for your blood ! Behold ! How utterly I yield, how gladly dower Our sin with my own spirit’s quenchéd gold, Clothe love with my own soul’s immortal power, Give thee my body as a fire to hold— O love, no words, no songs—your breast my bower !
…ere In his own heart (save what is very Christ) But wickedness ! TannhAuser {aside). This is my punishment ! This faith, this hope, this love—to me —to me ! Elizabeth. Yet, once my word went forth into the world. Suddenly came the fear that you were still Accessible to men —mig^ht hear, misfht come ! The kind, grave face of you— that light outshone The mystical ideal. Therefore too I minded me of our old baby-love, And —marriages are made in heaven, you know ! Besides—Our Lady shewed me in a dream How you would come. TannhAuser. And now .-' So …
… Wake, O mute mouth and majesty of light, Made of no sound that even silence hears, But born of strings intangible, of spheres Shaken of love, a mightier music’s might Frailer to sound than dewfall is to sight ! Wake, O sweet soul incorporate of tears ! Or else dream on and let no tears begem Love’s crown of thorns, ensanguine diadem, But let pale kisses blossom, starry shrine Of lips most deathlike, that endure divine Past sleep’s, or parting’s, or death’s spoil of them In the pomegranate walks of Proserpine ! 86
‘There is an eye that Arab sages say Weeps never enough. ‘There is an eye whose glances make the day ‘The day of Love. ‘There is an eye that is above all eyes, ‘That is no eye. (Stood proud Anatta on the Bridge of Sighs ‘And thundered “Why?”) Which eyes are mine, which thine, poor ape, discover, ‘And even yet thou hast not lost thy lover, Khepbra, thou Beetle-headed God! Who travellest in thy strength above ‘The Heaven of Nu, with splendour shod Of Thoth, and girt about with Love! (© Sun at midnight! in thy Bark ‘The cynocephali proclaim Thy ef…
ONE WAY OF LOVE I All June I rubbed my prick with grease. Now, hair by hair, I comb its fleece, And shew it where Pauline may pass. She will not suck me off. Alas ! What, no luck ? Lord love a duck ! The chance was she might need a fuck ! II How many months I strove to wipe My brown and corrugated pipe ! To-day I fart for all I know. She will not hear my music. So ? It is split ? Devil a bit ! Suppose Pauline had bade me shit ! III My whole life long I learned to frig. This hour I play the supreme pig And suck her pussy. Pox or clap ? She will …
XXlV PREFACE a chapter from The Book of Lies, quoted in one of these letters. It clarifies his point of view with force and simplicity. Love and Death are likened to the two hounds of God that pursue man, who must ultimately turn and use them. "Make love not war" certainly would win his approval. But then he might insist on changing the word "not" and replacing it with "and." The Book of the Law serves as his authority here, governing his every attitude and moral outlook. It gives vast prominence to love-to love under will. But its third and fi…
…alaces where gnomes delight To sport all springtime, where the brooding night With cataract is musical, and thrushes | Throb their young love beside the stream that rushes Headlong to beat its foamheads into snow, Where the sad swallow calls, and pale songs flow To match the music of the nightingale. There, when the pulses of the summer fail, The fiery flakes of autumn fall, and there Some warm perfection of the lazy air Swims through the purpling veins of lovers. Hark! A faint bird’s note, as if a silver spark Struck from a diamond; listen, wi…
…er of Mind.” “Having mingled the Vital Spark, from two according sub- stances, Mind and Divine Spirit, as a third to these He added Holy Love, the venerable Charioteer uniting all things.” “Filling the Soul with profound Love.” “The Soul of man does in a manner clasp God to herself. Having nothing mortal, she is wholly inebriated with God. For she glorieth in the harmony under which the mortal body sub- sisteth.” “ As rays of Light his locks flow forth, ending in acute points. ZOROASTER, ” Vedana.—Pertaining to Sensation we may first notice in …
…er of Mind.” “Having mingled the Vital Spark, from two according sub- stances, Mind and Divine Spirit, as a third to these He added Holy Love, the venerable Charioteer uniting all things.” “Filling the Soul with profound Love.” “The Soul of man does in a manner clasp God to herself. Having nothing mortal, she is wholly inebriated with God. For she glorieth in the harmony under which the mortal body sub- sisteth.” “ As rays of Light his locks flow forth, ending in acute points. ZOROASTER, ” Vedana.—Pertaining to Sensation we may first notice in …
…pions make orisons to neighbour Night, Their holy hate envenom Fate, envenom Light, Envenom all that cringe or call, that start or stir. Loves holocaust is to exhaust who loveth her, Exhaust of light, exhaust of might, exhaust of love, Until their world of woe uncurled reach out above To where the great black snake of Fate is coiled about The very spine of God, a vine divine, devout. Oh for the blind kiss of the wind, the desert air Thrilling the blue and shrilling through my souls despair ! Oh for the sharp edge of the escarpments of the dun…
…w light that floods the Eastern sky. In signs of praise both heaven and earth unite. And from the four-fold manifested Powers a chant of love ariseth, both from the flaming Fire and flowing Water, and from sweet-smelling Earth and rushing Wind. Hark! ... from the deep unfathomable vortex of that golden light in which the Victor bathes, ALL NATURE’S wordless voice in thousand tones ariseth to proclaim! JOY UNTO YE, O MEN OF MYALBA. A PILGRIM HATH RETURNED BACK “FROM THE OTHER SHORE.” A NEW ARHAN IS BORN. Peace to all Beings. Here, however, we ge…
…ye, for thou canst lose these and live, but not that. Esteem therefore a Thing in relation to thine own Will, preferring the Ear if thou love Musick, and the palate if thou love Wine, but the essential Organs of life above these. Have respect also to the will of thy Fellow, not hindering him in his Way save as he may overly jostle thee in thine. For by the Practice of this Tolerance thou shalt come sooner to the Understanding of this Equality of all things in our Lady Nuith, and so the high Attainment of universal Love. Yet in thy partial and p…
…eks a path, and fails To burn the beechen groves, and rails On the cool leaves, that bend and meet To shape us arches in the dales Where Love has chosen our retreat ! No tide is lapping on the sand Where the stream sleeps along the glade; No nymphs are bathing on the strand, Nor in the pools a Tuscan maid ; Nor lurks a fawn within the shade ; Nor springs the moss to foxes’ feet; For all the world in sleep is laid Where Love has chosen our retreat. They wake when drops the spring sun down Beyond the poplar yonder set, Beyond the quiet little tow…
…ll consent before. ANGELA. Come ! (They go off slowly, closely entwined, kissing and whispering.) SIR PERCY. You are faint with passion, love. You walk heavily. ANGELA. Ay, love, it is to feel your strength support me ! (Aside.) Will the doctors never catch up with the coiffeurs ? GHREUMOCH, coming forward, as he sees them go. The de’il an’ a ! The de’il an’ a ! Yon grimly auld beetch ! Meester Caroothers, Gude guid thee the nicht ! Y’ere auld
…hou art sick ! The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.”—BLAKE. ROSE of the World ! If so, then what a world ! What worm at its red heart lay curled From the beginning ? Plucked and torn and trampled And utterly corrupt is she That was the queen-flower unexampled In gardens goodlier than Arcady. O Thou ! whose body was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; thine ears Are stopped with …
…cented, curled and gilded, A virgin, swimming like new wine In my grey old soul, that I may give His life to Pan, and live ! I have seen Love, and known A blasphemy, a violation And perfect profanation ; Wherefore the god hath flown. My heart no longer trembles If that blind Harperblind, or he dissembles ! Touches its strings with burning finger-tips, Or fastens his soft lips About my soul. . . . Then what is left To a woman love-bereft ? I have tasted Passion ; I have known How the sharpness and the softness and the sweetness Mix to one pome…
Infamous capital, I love thee! Drain Whose thieves and whores give me to ease lifes itch Pleasures inscrutable to the profane!
216 ORPHEUS Ah! the bitter legacy left of lyre-light ! Thou wast Nature’s prophet, a wise magician; Magic fails, and love is a false physician :— Deep our disease is ! Now to us the crouching over the firelight, Eating out for hunger of love our vitals! (Eaten out the hollower for respitals Swift as the breeze is.) Ay ! the golden age is a broken vessel. All the golden waters exhale, evanish., Joy of life and laughter of love we banish : Damued is the will dead. Now with brass and iron we writhe and wrestle. Now with clay the torrent of fire is…
… The unsuspected blossom |! What is the change—new birth of spring- time kisses Alone in all these water-wildernesses? What change? what loveliness ! Comes this to all? I heard my sisters crying No tale like this—O ! were I only lying Asleep amid the ferns, my soul would weep Over and over in its endless sleep ; ** Ves, love!” and ‘‘ yes!” and ‘‘ yes!” So by some spell divinely drawn She came to me across the dawn, With open arms to me ; and sobbed ‘Ves, love!’ and ‘‘ Yes, love!” throbbed The giant glory at my heart! And I? I drew away, apart, …
…th his mouth; his eyes Kissed mine, and mine kissed back; it was not wise, But yet he had the strength to leave me ; so I was so glad he loved enough to go. My arms could never have released his neck ; He saved our honour from a single speck. And so he went away; and fate inwove The bitterest of treason for our love. For scarce two days when sickness took the King, And death tissolved the violence of the ring, I ruled alone; I left my palace gate To see if Love should have the laugh at Fate. And so I violated Death, and died ; And in the other …