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Page 59 of 1121909 · PDF PAGE 76
… us wander hand in hand therein, Staining with joyous juice our lips of shame, Draining their bitter draught of sterile sin! Are not the eyes of sleep already dull, The lashes drooping over their desire? Are not the gods awaiting to annul With Lethe the last flicker of the fire? Ay, let us kiss, my darling; let us twitch For the last time the flesh against the flesh, Before the coming of the lovely witch That shall excite our sleepy souls afresh, Anointing us with subtle drugs and suave, Vit for the grave, for love beyond the grave! -—— 126 — X…
1911 · PDF PAGE 236
…ell, and golden sound Of planets choral in their course! [He rises. O thou self-formulated sire! Self~master of thy dam’s desire ! Thine eyes blaze forth with fiery light; Thine heart a secret sun of flame! I adore the insuperable might: I bow before the unspoken Name. [He !?₪/:, the” lum: toward altar, For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and Ι to—morrow, born Now and again, on high, on high Travelling on Dian’s naked horn ! I am the Soul that doth create The Gods, and all the Kin of Breath. I come from the sequestered state; My birth is from the H…
1911 · PDF PAGE 236
…ell, and golden sound Of planets choral in their course! [He rises. O thou self-formulated sire! Self~master of thy dam’s desire ! Thine eyes blaze forth with fiery light; Thine heart a secret sun of flame! I adore the insuperable might: I bow before the unspoken Name. [He !?₪/:, the” lum: toward altar, For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and Ι to—morrow, born Now and again, on high, on high Travelling on Dian’s naked horn ! I am the Soul that doth create The Gods, and all the Kin of Breath. I come from the sequestered state; My birth is from the H…
1944 · PDF PAGE 136
…roud and delicate, and beyond imagination fair. She is like a child of twelve years old. She has very deep eyelids, and long lashes. Her eyes are closed, or nearly closed. It is impossible to say anything about her. Slie is naked; her whole body is covered with fine gold hairs, that are the electric flames which are the spears of mighty and terrible Angels whose breastplates are the scales of her skin. And the hair of her head, that flows down to her feet, is the very light of God himself. Of all the glories beheld by the Seer in the Aethyrs, t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 139
…r me her evil head ; I bent like sin above her face That dying she might kiss me dead. I whispered ‘‘ Jezebel!” She turned, And her deep eyes with hatred burned. ‘* Ah! prophet, come to mock at me And gloat on mine exceeding pain?” ‘“Nay, but to give my soul to thee, And have thee spit at me again !”’ She smiled—I know she smiled—she sighed, Bit my lips through, and drank, and died ! Her murders and her blasphemies, Her whoredoms, God has paid at last; Upon my bosom close she lies; Her carnal spirit holds me fast. My blood, my infamy, my pain, …
1899 · PDF PAGE 10
…ir laurels mingle on thy brow— Then (as Elijah, when the whirling fire Caught him) stoop not thy spiritual splendour, And sacred-seeking eyes to our desire, But mould one memory yet, divinely tender, Of earth, and leave thy mantle, and thy lyre, A double portion of thy spirit to render, That yet the banner may fling out on high, And yet the lyre teach freemen how to die!
1899 · PDF PAGE 185
…lift my cross, to share Its burden : not one friend - Whose love were silence, whose affection knows To press my hand and close my dying eyes There, at the endless end. I am alone on earth, and from the skies Sometimes I seem so far—and yet, thy kiss Re-quickens Hope ; through zther’s emptiness Thou guidest me to touch the Hand of Him who Is Thou hadst a torch to lume my lips to song ; Thou hast a cooler fountain for my thirst, Lest my young love should work thy fame a wrong ; So the grape’s veins in purple ardour burst, And opiates in bloomles…
1909 · PDF PAGE 47
…on ! Is it not madness that you wake in me? Is not this curse the devil’s orison? Ah, devil! devil! when you grip me and glare Into mine eyes, and answer all the prayer! Il A virgin with the lusts of Messaline, A goat-soul in the body of a saint, You writhe on me with cruel and epicene Phrenzy and agony of acute restraint. You ache — you burn — you dizzy me with blows — You call me coward and eunuch, who say No. Volcanic child ! upon your masking snows I will not raise my rod, that forth may flow Torrents of blazing lava, that shall hiss And ro…
1922 · PDF PAGE 165
…irst benign That calls the worker to wine; Not the bodily thirst (Though that be frenzy accurst) When the mouth is full of sand, And the eyes are gummed up, and the ears Trick the soul till it hears Water, water at hand, When a man will dig his nails In his breast, and drink the blood Already that clots and stales Ere his tongue can tip its flood, When the sun is a living devil Vomiting vats of evil, ( And the moon and the night but mock The wretch on his barren rock, And the dome of heaven high-arched Like his mouth is arid and parched, And th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 54
…s about, the demons mock I]Jis 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! Q that some nughty 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 tillthe mornin…
1905 · PDF PAGE 98
…oven in my hair ! How keen the music of my body’s song ! How white the blossom of my body’s light ! How red the lips, how languorous the eyes, How made for pleasure, for the sleepy sighs Softer than sleep ; amorous dew-dreams of night
1909 · PDF PAGE 59
…d in epicene And sterile passion, all unchastity Kisses induct the soft and solemn tune That Israfel shail blow on Doomisday— Your silky eyes are blue as that pale moon (For ere it dies it sickens into grey) In being chaste, all chaste in our obscene That witches see, whose eager violence And sexless mouthings, that repugnant roll oe Aborts the gods of cosmic permanence. Their bestial billows on the snow-pure soul. a 43 a
1899 · PDF PAGE 7
…s swung A grotesque hymn before her body brown. For Sin was like a woman, and her feet Shone, and her face was like the windy wheat; Her eyes were keen and horrible and cold, Her bronze loins girdled with the sacred gold ; Her lips were large, and from afar how sweet ! How fierce and purple for a kiss to hold ! om . But somehow blood was black upon them ; blood In stains and clots and splashes; and the mud Trampled around her by the souls that knelt, |
1903 · PDF PAGE 77
…consumes and corrodes; He hath Muses nine for sisters; the holy abodes Of the maiden are open to him, for his wrath is grown still ; His eyes with weeping are dim; he hath changed his will. 75
1928 · PDF PAGE 163
…eeing them. Some of them say coldly to me, There is nothing the matter with you, but there are others who understand me because I make eyes at them. And when they fail to understand you? Why, as I bother them uselessly, I leave ten francs upon the mantelpiece. They are so kind and so gentle, these men. I discovered at La Pitié a little house-surgeon who is as pretty as an angel, and oh, so polite, and worksthe poor boyhow he works! His comrades told me that he had no money because his parents
1928 · PDF PAGE 175
…her it be those who wander solitary in the winding ra- vines of great cities or those who say to the hopeless man with blinking, soulful eyes, Take
1899 · PDF PAGE 143
…s swung A grotesque hymn before her body brown. For Sin was like a woman, and her feet Shone, and her face was like the windy wheat; Her eyes were keen and horrible and cold, Her bronze loins girdled with the sacred gold ; Her lips were large, and from afar how sweet ! How fierce and purple for a kiss to hold ! om . But somehow blood was black upon them ; blood In stains and clots and splashes; and the mud Trampled around her by the souls that knelt, |
1901 · PDF PAGE 79
…ot fooled at anything thereof. Rather I hated them, and scorned for slaves ; “ Fools ! all your treasure is at last the grave’s ! ” Mine eyes had fixed them on the sphinx, the sky. “ Is then this quest of immortality ? ” And echo answered from some unseen caves : Mortality ! I shrink, and wonder why. Strange I am nothing tainted with this fear Now, that had touched me first. For I am here Half-way I reckon to the field of salt, The pillar, and the bones—it was a fault I am cured of ! praise to God ! What meets mine ear, That every nerve and bon…
1907 · PDF PAGE 115
… Thy face , O mother ! Splendour of the Gods ! Behold ! amid the glory of her hair And light shed over from the crown thereof, Wonderful eyes less passionate than Peace That wept ! That wept ! O mystery of Love ! Clasping my hands upon the scarlet rose That flamed upon my bosom , the keen thorns Pierced me and slew ! My spirit was withdrawn Into Her godhead , and my soul made One With the Great Sorrow of the Universe, The Love of Isis ! Then I fell away Into some old mysterious abyss Rolling between the heights of starry space ; Flaming above ,…
1911 · PDF PAGE 188
…ldren of the hurricane! Lest the sword of fire destroy, lest the ways of death be plain I So depart, and so be wise, Lest your perishable eyes Look upon the {armless fire, see the maiden sacrifice! So depart, and secret flame Burn upon the stone of shame, That the holy ones may hear music of the sleepless Name! Holy, holy, holy spouse Of the sun-engirdled house, With the secret symbol burning on thy multiscient brows l . . , Even as the traitor’s breath Goeth forth, he perisheth By the secret sibilant word that is spoken unto death. CAPRICORNUS. Br…