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…e Idalian. Between My soul and all its knowledge of The universe of light and love, Thought, being, nature, time and space, The Mother’s heart, the Father’s face, All that was agony or bliss, Stretched an infinite abyss. All that behind me! but my soul, With no star left to point the pole, Witless and banned of grace or goal, Beggared of all its wealth, bereft Of all its images, unweft Its magic web, its tools all broken, Its Name forgot, its Word unspoken,
1905 · PDF PAGE 224
…the wane? Thy sun may never set ! And thou, foul oligarchy of the West, Thou, soiled with bribes and stained with treason’s stain, Thou, heart of coin beneath a brazen breast, Rotten republic, prostitute of gain ! Thou, murderer of the bravest and the best That fringed thy southern main !% The doom is spoken. Thine own children tear Thy cruel heart and thy corrupted tongue; Thy toilers snare thee in thine own foul snare, And sting thee where thy gilded worms had stung. The politician and the millionaire Regain maternal dung. 1 A notorious phras…
1906 · PDF PAGE 31
…te—that selfless solitude ! THE STORM. Written on the North Atlantic Ocean. In the sorrow of the silence of the sunset, when the world’s heart sinks to sleep, And the waking wind arises from the wedding of the aether and the deep, There are perfumes through the saltness of the even ; there are hints of flowers afar; And the God goes down lamented by the lonely vesper star. 1 The universe. The monsters rise around us as we move in moving mist, Slow whales that swim as musing, and lo! or ever we wist, Looms northward in the grey, mysterious ice, …
1901 · PDF PAGE 19
…A. Rest, sunny head! A little while to sleep, And then—perhaps the Mother in a dream May comfort you. A woman's love is this To have one heart, an undivided love; But Hers—division in the universe Makes multiple each part. Sweet Madeline, Believe me, She will come to maiden dreams, Bestow Her peace, and so direct the life That is not unto God unconsecrate For being dedicated unto love! [22z¢ MADELINE.
1910 · PDF PAGE 126
… rime to trace. What shall they say ? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea, And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly These were our ways. And who shall know ? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing ? Historic shall we go Down through our countrys golden stories ? Shall lovers whisper Even so As he loved her do I love you ? So much they shall know, surely ; never The truth, how lofty and fresh as dew Our love began, abode for ever : They cannot know us throug…
1910 · PDF PAGE 98
…ughts of it thrill me The poppy that flowers in the dusk ! Poppy whose blossom is furled Deep in the breasts of the world Ah ! but the heart is impearled !
1898 · PDF PAGE 14
10 JEPHTHAH. A way for the soul to flee, A charm for the lips to bind; And the struggle is keen as the strife to be, And the heart is tossed by the thankless wind. ELEAZAR, Nay, for a man’s sure purpose is of God. CHORUS. The large pale limbs of the earth are tanned With the sun and the sea and the yellow sand And the face of earth is dark with love Of the lords of hell and the spirits above That move in the foggy air of night, And the spirit of God, most like a dove, Hovers, and lingers, and wings his flight, Spurned and rejected and lost to s…
1898 · PDF PAGE 27
JEPHTHAH. 23 His wrong he may not forget, But he pitieth men that call From the heart that is broken with fear and the noise of funeral. JEPHTHAH. Are all these ready for their hearth and altars To perish suddenly upon the field, Pavilioned with the little tents at noon, And ere the nightfall tented with the dead, And every hollow made a sepulchre, And every hill a vantage ground whereon Hard-breathing fighting men get scanty sleep Till the dawn lift his eyebrows, and the day Renew the battle? Will ye follow me Through slippery ways of blood to…
1905 · PDF PAGE 63
…ture made lament In burnt-up lands, calcined of nutriment, As in my musing thought’s vague random dart I slowly poised my dagger o’er my heart, I saw in full noon o’er my forehead form A deathly cloud far pregnant with the storm, That bore a flock of devils vicious Most like to dwarfs cruel and curious.
1910 · PDF PAGE 146
…and of Wrong. Would ye see if he rise ? In Hesperian skies Ye may look for his rising for long. The magical æon beginneth Of song in the heart of desire, That smiteth and striveth and sinneth, But burns up the soul of the lyre : There is pain in the note : In the sorcerers throat Is a sword, and his brain is afire ! Long after (to men : but a moment To me in my mansion of rest) Is a sundawn to blaze what the glow meant Seen long after death in the west ; A magical æon ! Nor love-song nor pæan, But a flame with a silvery crest. There shall ri…
1910 · PDF PAGE 120
…worm is avarice. Let me woo him ! Sweet God ! I’ll serve thee. This is Piety Twin-bodied with Hypocrisy that darts His icy slime into my heart of hearts. Here cringing Pity my wet womb inflates, And puffed-out Charity with loose red cheeks And greasy eyes. The Bigotry that sneaks Home to my home ; and once installed there, hates The bleeding wound his mouth is fastened on ; And here is Chastity that slavering sates His lust without the walls, grins, and is gone, Preening himself that his lewd lips relent. This must be Cunning that insinuates Hi…
1912 · PDF PAGE 109
…one; the night is come; The lads and lasses sink, awaiting Some climax—oh, how tense and dumb The expectant hush intoxicating! Hush! the heart’s beat! Across the moor Some dreadful god rides fast, be sure ! The listening Palamede bites through His thin white lips—what hoofs are those? Are they the Quest? How still and blue The sky is! Hush—God knows—God knows ! Then on a sudden in the midst of them Is a swart god, from hoof to girdle a goat, Upon his brow the twelve-star diadem And the King’s Collar fastened on his throat. Thrill upon thrill co…
1928 · PDF PAGE 52
…der my feet. My soul seemed to me as vast and as pure as the cupula of the sky which covered me. The memory of earthly things reached my heart weakened and diminished, like the sound of the bells of the unseen cattle which were feeding far, very far, on the slope of the oppo- site mountain. Upon the small unstirred lake, black by reason of its immense depth, there passed sometimes the shadow of a cloud, as if it were the reflection of the cloak of some giant of the air that flew across the heaven, and I remember that this solemn and rare feelin…
1910 · PDF PAGE 480
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Yet was his heart immeasurably sad, For that no questing in his ear he had. Nay! he saw all. He saw the Curse That wrapped in ruin the World primeval. He saw the unborn Universe, And all its gods coeval. He saw, and was, all things at once In Him that is ; he was the stars, The moons, the meteors, the suns, All in one net of triune bars; Inextricably one, inevitably one, Immeasurable, immutable, immense Beyond all the wonder that his soul had won By sense, in spite of sense, and beyond sense. “Praise God!” quot…
1910 · PDF PAGE 480
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Yet was his heart immeasurably sad, For that no questing in his ear he had. Nay! he saw all. He saw the Curse That wrapped in ruin the World primeval. He saw the unborn Universe, And all its gods coeval. He saw, and was, all things at once In Him that is ; he was the stars, The moons, the meteors, the suns, All in one net of triune bars; Inextricably one, inevitably one, Immeasurable, immutable, immense Beyond all the wonder that his soul had won By sense, in spite of sense, and beyond sense. “Praise God!” quot…
1910 · PDF PAGE 137
…forehead swell. You see me walk in clubs, not cloisters ; Eat not ambrosia, but oysters. Nor shall it all avail you, though You eat your heart for lust to know, To watch these sparks of verse I throw Cold ere they flame ! For they attest The anvils ring, the hammers zest, The white-hot rage of steel, that is My soul exulting in Gods kiss The hammer, and the anvil life. . . . . . . . . . . Go, and explain it to your wife !
1913 · PDF PAGE 146
…here is no harshness in the breath Of this—is life surpassed, and death ? There is the Snake that gives delight And Knowledge, stirs the heart aright With drunkenness. Strange drugs are thine, Hadit, and draughts of wizard wine! These do no hurt. Thine hermits dwell Not in the cold secretive cell, But under purple canopies With mighty-breasted mistresses Magnificent as lionesses— Tender and terrible caresses! Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes; And massed huge hair about them lies.
1913 · PDF PAGE 146
…here is no harshness in the breath Of this—is life surpassed, and death ? There is the Snake that gives delight And Knowledge, stirs the heart aright With drunkenness. Strange drugs are thine, Hadit, and draughts of wizard wine! These do no hurt. Thine hermits dwell Not in the cold secretive cell, But under purple canopies With mighty-breasted mistresses Magnificent as lionesses— Tender and terrible caresses! Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes; And massed huge hair about them lies.
1928 · PDF PAGE 56
…be the case. As to me, if I bend over towards my beauti- ful Féline, so well named, who is at once the glory of her sex, the pride of my heart, and the incense of my spirit, whether it be night, or whether it be day, in broad daylight or thick darkness, in the abyss of her adorable eyes I always read the hour most clearly. This hour is always the same; vast, solemn, wide as space, without division into minutes or seconds; a
1907 · PDF PAGE 160
…ingles my soul into sound! 1 The bulk of this Book I. was written at Waikiki, which is described in this Parabasis. O Nature, my mother, Heart melted on heart At last! Not another, Not any shall part Thy soul from my art. How should it be otherwise, Sister divine, Lover, my mother wise, Wiser than wine? Seeing I linger Here on the beach— Let God’s own finger Here to me reach, Making me singer Each unto each— Nature and Man made one In the light and fire of the sun, And the sobbing tune Of the moon, Wedded in cyclic bonds, Where fall the zeon-fr…