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…t: pale ghastly kisses, Like mournful ghosts roused from their ruined sleep By clamorous cries of murder. abysses Loom in the vista keen eyes penetrate, Vague forecasts of immeasurable fate. Strange O thou belovéd blood, that wells and weeps ! O thou belovéd mouth, that beats and bleeds ! O mystic bosom where some serpent sleeps, Sweet mockery of a thousand saintlier creeds ! Even I, that breathe your perfume, taste your breath, Know, even this hour, ye are not life, but death! No death ye bring more godlike than de- sire, When seas roar tempes…
1898 · PDF PAGE 44
… of the heart That lends the reins to fancy’s charioteer. Lay them together, let us leave them there ! There comes a vision to my mortal eyes Of things immortal. Hark ! the growing swell Of some wild clarion through the dazzling night, Whose fairy aether suddenly illumes With silver meteors innumerable And golden showers of stars—lost worlds of thought And poets’ dreams, and jewels of virgin sighs. Hark ! the broad rings of sound go wavering on Eddying and rippling through the desart sky That now is peopled with the diamond wings That float thr…
1901 · PDF PAGE 106
…ble hair that floats Vague and caressing, and the amorous powers Of your unceasing hours, The rich hot fragrance of your dewy skins, The eyes that -yearn, the breasts that bleed, the thighs That cling and cluster to these infinite sins, Forget the earthlier pleasures of the prize, And raise diviner sighs;
1901 · PDF PAGE 25
…yesterday, for aye ! she glows No woman of my mystic bed ; A star, far off, forgotten, dead. Only to me looks out for ever From her cold eyes a fire like death ; Only to me her breasts can never Lose the red brand that quickeneth ;
1902 · PDF PAGE 64
… met with mine, Transmuted, grown divine. Even in this, the evil of the world ! What agony is this. The first undying kiss From jewelled eyes and lips in passion curled ? O sister and O serpent and O mate. Strike the red fang of hate Steady and strong, persistent to the heart ! So shall this song be made more terrible With the soul-mastering spell. Choke, stagger, know the Evil, Beauty's counterpart ! Whose long-drawn curse runs venom in my veins ? What dragon spouse consumes me with her breath ? 62
1902 · PDF PAGE 85
… sigh. There is a problem infinite again. I have not gained one jot since first I saw The stately bosom of the Venusberg, Save that mine eyes have seen a little truth, My body found a little weariness. I am very feeble ! Hither comes the hunt ! \_A horn winds quite close by. The noble, doomed, swift beauty ! Closer yet Pant the long hounds ! What heart he has ! One, two ! See the brach dying by his bloody flank ! So could not Tannhauser awhile ago. My help lay outside and above myself What skills him he is brave ? He ends the same. Poor stag! H…
1904 · PDF PAGE 42
…trike to the deep That thou stir in thy sleep! Rise up from mine innermost being! Lift up the gemmed head to the heart! Lift up till the eyes that were seeing Be blind, and their life depart! Till the Eye that was blind Be a lamp to my mind! Coil fast all thy coils on me, dying, Absorbed in the sense of the Snake! Stir, leave the flower-throne, and up-flying Hiss once, and hiss thrice, and awake! Then crown me and cling! Flash forward—and spring! Flash forth on the fire of the altar, The stones, and the sacrifice shed ;
1910 · PDF PAGE 125
115 THE ARCHÆOLOGIST The carmined lips of your moustachioed mouth ; The fading fires in your debauched grey eyes With the black grooves about them, each a trench Where some dead soldier rots, a sterile stench All of you, ripe and rotten, athwart the lies Of paint and powder, false fanfares of youth That blare, yet passionate ache their tongue were true Hag of the pit, what should I make of you ? I will legitimize the bastard spell ! Take all your falsehood, weld it with my force. Now then, Canidia, match thy miracle With mine, old medlar ! Th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 206
… . *ODE TO EARTHLY JOY. DAUSE , Joy ! I cannot follow . Just a space 1 Turn through the dusk the candour of your face To cool my burning eyes . You made no halt in your relentless race Since I was driven out of Paradise And torn from your embrace . Is this pursuit of you for ever vain ? To hold you once and never hold again Through all the breathless years , To strive where never mortal shall attain And still be fooled in laughter and in tears , Is more than human pain . I followed ever , where by land and sea Vanishing lovely shapes have haunt…
1907 · PDF PAGE 128
122 RODIN IN RIME NABUCHADNOSOR. SENSELESS the eyes: the brow bereft of sense. Hunger is on the throne of pride; and naught Fills the gray battlefield of ancient thought, The market places of intelligence, Save need and greed ; whose royal words incense The jealous God of Israel is distraught. No jewels in the casket nobly wrought. The shrine is grand; the god is ravished thence. On clawing hands and hardened knees the King Exists, no more; is it a little thing? King Demos, hear my parable! We pass, We poets, see you grovel at our feet, Despise…
1898 · PDF PAGE 5
JEZEBEL. PART I. A LIONS mane, a leopards skin Across my dusty shoulders thrown ; A swart fierce face, with eyes where sin Lurks like a serpent by a stone. A man driven forth by lust to seek Rest from himself on Carmels peak. A prophet with wild hair behind, Streaming in fiery clusters ! Yea, Tangled with vehemence of the wind, And knotted with the tears that slay ; And all my face parched up and dried, And all my body crucified. Ofttimes the Spirit of the Lord Descends and floods me with his breath ; My words are fashioned as a sword, My vo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 80
…blows about, the demons mock His entry to their kingdom, and despair. Groans in the blackness, infamous and bare, And hateful shapes and eyes surround his head— O for the magic of those mightier dead To scatter them, and utterly destroy Their likeness, and to penetrate the joy Of yonder places past the realm of fear ! O that some mighty seer Came to avenge, that might deliver him From this grim fight, whose horrid ranks are dim With mist of spuméd blood, whose long chill hour Beats out each second with the ghastly power, Reluctant till the morn…
1902 · PDF PAGE 57
…ncessant mystery of the search for Truth ! Venus Search out my mystery a little while ! TannhAuser. There is a flush of passion in thine eyes. An hunger in them ; fascinate me now, 55
1905 · PDF PAGE 137
…o am I ? To-night if her heart I uncover No heart in the night I espy. I am grips with the question of eld, and the sphinx holds fast My eyes to the past. Who am I, when I say I languish ? Who is she, if I call her mine ? And the fool’s and the wise man’s anguish Are burnt in the bitter shrine. The god is far as the stars, and the wine and fire Salt with desire. Desunt cetera.
1913 · PDF PAGE 186
…ce, In one heart thou hast blossomed ; one was free To sing these things, These things. For ever more the light shall fade from him, His eyes shall wax more dim, His ear more dull. And so the wonderful world less beautiful
1913 · PDF PAGE 186
…ce, In one heart thou hast blossomed ; one was free To sing these things, These things. For ever more the light shall fade from him, His eyes shall wax more dim, His ear more dull. And so the wonderful world less beautiful
1928 · PDF PAGE 160
…nder mine, and heard a voice which said in my ear, Are you a doctor, Sir? I looked; it was a tall girl, strongly built, with wide-open eyes, slightly rouged, her hair floating in the wind with her bonnet strings. No, I am not a doctor, I am sure of it. Come home with me, you will be very pleased with me, I know. Doubtless I will come and see you, later on. Ah, ah, said she, still clinging to my arm and shaking with laughter, you are a doctor who is fond of his joke; I have known several like that; come along. I passionately love the m…
1899 · PDF PAGE 62
40 JEPHTHAH. _ And other dawns more deep and wise Burn awful in his holy eyes. A moment, and the fire is low Upon the black. stone of the altar, The spilt blood eagerly doth glow, And lightnings lick the light, and falter, Feeling the vast Shekinah shine Above their excellence divine. The Lord is gracious to His own, And hides with glory as a mist The sacrifice and smitten stone, And on the lips His presence kissed Burn the high vows with ample flame That He shall swear to by the Name. JEPHTHAH. Highest of Highest, most Concealed of all, Most H…
1899 · PDF PAGE 52
44 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS For anything but to discover him, And her large eyes with weeping grew more dim Than are the mists of Autumn on the hills. She sought him far and near ; the rocks and rills Could tell her nought ; the murmur of the trees Told her their pity and no more ; the breeze That cooled its burning locks within the sea, And dared not pass oer the dank swamps where he Was hid, knew nothing ; nor the soughing waves, Through all the desolation of those caves The sea-nymphs haunt, could say a word of him ; No stars, to whom she looked…
1899 · PDF PAGE 56
… So sighed the amorous queen, For her indeed might Charicles despair ! Yet of her presence was the maiden ware, Although her mortal eyes might see her not ; So she knelt down upon that holy spot And greeted her with tears ; for now at last The fountains of her sorrow, vague and vast, Burst from the strong inexorable chain Of too great passion, and a mortal pain Beyond belief, and so in sudden waves Tears welled impatient from their crystal caves. (Men say those barren pinnacles are set Since then with jewels ; the white violet Was born of …