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…, let it still confound another ; No man behold his brother ; No creature in it or upon, the same ! Her members, let them differ ; be no soul Equal ! Let thought, let reasonable things, Bow to thy wings. Thy manifest control, Vexation ! weeding out of one another. Their dwelling-places, let them lose their name ! 109
8o KONX OM PAX 0 fool! not thus the Intimate Gives up its secret to the soul. Truth flies beyond, inviolate, And slips beside the glancing goal. Who probes the body gains a fact, Yet leaves an equal fact behind; So gathering for the cataract Roll up the rapid waves of mind. Swift as the light at last they leap Into the chasm of despair; Of all their freshet force they keep But froth and smoke and empty air. 0 fool! to deem dissection truth And paint and patches but a blind! The enthusiasm of a youth Is worth the sage and cynic mind. 0 Buddha! co…
…e done. [SPHINX turns, bows, and stretehes her hands in mute appeal to om.-r.] C.I.C.T. 1. Ι heed not the passion, or the reason, or the soul of man. Mother of Mystery, declare my will. [SPHINX þlays the most exalted (passim/ess because öeytma' fusion) piece that she mrg/.*] HERMANUBIS. This means nothing to me. TYPHON. I feel nothing. C.I.C.T. 1. Mother of Mystery, declare my mind. [SPHINX flay: a mid, passion/e55, z'nz‘elleez‘aa/fz'eeeJ‘ HERMANUBIS. Ahl Ah! This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter. TYPHON. I feel nothing. C.I.C.‘l‘. 1. Mo…
…e done. [SPHINX turns, bows, and stretehes her hands in mute appeal to om.-r.] C.I.C.T. 1. Ι heed not the passion, or the reason, or the soul of man. Mother of Mystery, declare my will. [SPHINX þlays the most exalted (passim/ess because öeytma' fusion) piece that she mrg/.*] HERMANUBIS. This means nothing to me. TYPHON. I feel nothing. C.I.C.T. 1. Mother of Mystery, declare my mind. [SPHINX flay: a mid, passion/e55, z'nz‘elleez‘aa/fz'eeeJ‘ HERMANUBIS. Ahl Ah! This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter. TYPHON. I feel nothing. C.I.C.‘l‘. 1. Mo…
…at “the Ego posits the Non-Ego,” and we learn that nothing really exists after all but Brahm. They then distinguish between Jivatma, the soul-conditioned, and Paramatma, the s oul free; the former being the basis of our normal consciousness; the latter of the Nirvikalpa-Samadhi conscious- 1 The Buddhist position may be interpreted as agnostic in this matter, these ar guments being directed against, and destructive of , the unwarranted assumptions of the Hindus; but no more. See Sabbasava Sutta, 10. “In him , thus unwisely consider ing, ther e s…
…that makes two One is the engine whereby even the final Two, Self and Not-Self, may become One, in the mystic marriage of the Bride, the Soul, with Him appointed from eternity to espouse her; yea, even the Most High, God All- in-All, the Truth. Therefore we hold Love holy, our heart’s religion, our mind’s science. Shall He not have His ordered Rite, His priests and poets, His makers of beauty in colour and form to adorn Him, His mak ers of music to praise Him? Shall not His theologians, divining His nature, declare Him? Shall not even those wh…
… the chaos and the darkness passed ! At the creative sigh the Light became. Chaos rolled back in the abundant flame. The vast and mystic Soul, The Firmament, a living coal, Flamed 'twixt the glory and the sea below. The whirling force began. The atom whirled In vortices of flashing matter : wild as snow On mountain tops by the wind-spirits hurled, 107
…e in Self-Contentment ! Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse ; Palpable, formless, infinite presentment Of thine own light in thine own soul’s eclipse ! Let thy chaste lips Sweep through the empty aethers guarding thee (As in a fortress girded by the sea The raging winds and wings of air Lift the wild waves and bear Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, 74
… branching hair, The comet’s glory, and the woman’s smile, To strange devices otherwise not heard Without the lute’s own word. So on the soul of Zôhra grew A fashioned orb of fiery dew : Yet (as cool water on a leaf) It touched his spirit not with grief, Although its name was sorrow. “ O for a name to borrow ” (He mused) “ some semblance for this subtle sense Of new experience ! For on my heart, untouched, my mind not used To any metre mused, Save the one tranquil and continuous rhyme Of joy exceeding time, Here the joy changes, but abides for …
… MARSYAS. Ay, but that reasoned thesis lacks The impact of reality. This vision is a battle-axe Splitting the skull. O pardon mel But my soul faints, my stomach sinks. Let me pass on! My being drinks The nectar-poison of the Sphinx. This is a bitter medicine! Black snare that I was taken inl How one may pass I hardly know. Maybe time never blots the track. Black, black, intolerably black] Go, spectre of the ages, go 1 Suffice it that I passed beyond. I found the secret of the bond Of thought to thought through countless years, Through many lives…
… MARSYAS. Ay, but that reasoned thesis lacks The impact of reality. This vision is a battle-axe Splitting the skull. O pardon mel But my soul faints, my stomach sinks. Let me pass on! My being drinks The nectar-poison of the Sphinx. This is a bitter medicine! Black snare that I was taken inl How one may pass I hardly know. Maybe time never blots the track. Black, black, intolerably black] Go, spectre of the ages, go 1 Suffice it that I passed beyond. I found the secret of the bond Of thought to thought through countless years, Through many lives…
…ust inflames itself miraculously in solitudes; but it is just possible that this solitude is only dan- gerous for the idle and dispersed soul, which peoples it with its passions and chimeras. It is certain that a wind-bag whose su- preme pleasure consists in speaking from a platform or a rostrum would run serious trou- ble of becoming a furious madman on Robin- son Crusoes island. I do not demand from my journalist the heroic virtues of that adventure, but I do ask that he should not pass sentence upon those who love solitude and mystery. In o…
…ls: the ecstasy, the trance of love— Life’s atom-bonds must strain—aye, and must move, And all the body be forgotten quite, And the pure soul flame forth, a deathless dove, Where all worlds end ! If thou art worthy God shall greet thee for a friend. XVII. Iam unworthy. In the House of Pain There are ten thousand shrines. Each one enfolds A lesser, inner, more divine, that holds A sin less palpable and less profane. The inmost is the home of God. Te moulds Infinity, The great within the small, one stainless unity! XVIII. I dare not to the greate…
…elovéd. And.to me the stars are never silent, Nor do sea and storm deny their music, Nor do flower and breeze refuse their kisses: So my soul is flooded with their magic; So my love completes the joy of living. I am like the sun, to whom there gather All the brightest molten seas of glory, All the isles and continents of starland. Shall I never, like the sun, be gladdened, Filled with their life, fructified, and answer Rays of gold to bid the gray horizon Melt, recede, and brighten into azure, Sing as Horace sang, and flood the ocean
THE FATAL FORCE CHORUS. The silence of the awaiting soul asleep! RATOUM. The murmur of the fountain of my life! CHORUS. The whole dead universe awaits the Word. RATOUM. Now is the hour of life; my voice leaps up In the dim halls of death, and kindling flame Roars like the tempest through forgetfulness. This is my son, whose father is my son, From my own womb complete and absolute, And in this strong perfection of myself Stands the triumphant power of my desire, Manifest over self, and man, and god! For in the sacred coffin lies his corpse Who s…
…anged around me are the cold, grey faces; Fallen on the stubble are the rotten sheaves; The vicious ghosts abound; and Chronos’ paces No soul deceives.
14 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Only to me her eyelids sever And lips respire her equal breath ; Still in the unknown star I see The very god that is of me. The day’s pale countenance is lifted, The rude sun’s forehead he uncovers ; No soft delicious clouds have drifted, No wing of midnight’s bird that hovers ; Yet still the hard blind blue is rifted, And still my star and I as lovers Yearn to each other through the sky With eyes half closed in ecstasy. Night, Night, O mother Night, descend ! O daughter of the sleeping sea ! O dusk, O sister-spirit, len…
20 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. The mountains echo back to me The vengeful murmur of the sky ; All heaven and earth on me attend To prophesy the tyrant’s end. The gates are closed because of night, Whose heavy breath infects the air ; The dog-star gleams, a devilish light : I thought I saw behind me glare The eyes of fiends ; I thought I heard An evil laugh, a mocking word. The gates swing open at The Name, Without a warder roused from sleep ; I pass, with face of burning flame, That is not quenched, although I weep. (For even my tears are tears of fire…
54 TRANSLATIONS FROM BAUDELAIRE CARRION Recall, my soul, the sight we twain have looked upon This summer morning soft and sweet, Beside the path, an infamous foul carrion, Stones for its couch a fitting sheet. Its legs stretched in the air, like wanton whores Burning with lust, and reeking venom sweated, Laid open, carelessly and cynically, the doors Of belly rank with exhalations foetid. Upon this rottenness the sun shone deadly straight As if to cook it to a turn, And give back to great Nature hundredfold the debt That, joining it together, s…
…Name. For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and I to-morrow, born Now and again, on high, on high Travelling on Dians naked horn ! I am the Soul that doth create