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Page 6 of 1121898 · PDF PAGE 94
88 THE BLOOD-LOTUS To lure a soul to hell, to draw some saint’s charred lust, to tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, another poet’s heart to gnaw With dubious remorse. Oh ! flame of torturing flower- love ! sacrament Of Satan, triple element of mystery and love and shame, Green, gold, and crimson, in my heart you strive with Jesus for its realm, While Sorrow’s tears would overwhelm the warriors of either part ! Jesus would lure me : from his side the gleaming torrent of the spear Withdraws, my soul with joy and fear waits for sweet blood to…
1903 · PDF PAGE 32
…he ghostliness of this Unreal shuttle-game—the kiss ! Her moving body sobs above, And calls its lechery true love. Out from the flame of heart she plucks One flower of fiery light, and sucks Its essence up within her lips, And flings it into mine, and dips And bends her body, writhes and swims To link the velvet of our limbs, My drouthy passion worn and keen, And lusty life of Messaline. The heart’s blood in her boiling over She sucked from many a dying lover : The purple of her racing veins Leapt from some soul’s despairing pains ; She drinks …
1913 · PDF PAGE 212
…e, while that the soft night sleeps, O thou most inner and supernal dawn, Thou that bearest the torch for the feast of the gods ! In the heart of eld I found thee, and a rose Was thy heart, and a rose thy crown, and tiny rosebuds Girt thy green mantle, and thy yellow hair, Glittered with the dust of the stars! By the river-side Thou camest to me! Oh, the secret night WhenI stared into the water under the moon, Singing and tumbling on its way to the seal The soft stream flowed under the milky stars; And there were poplars by the water-side, Gazi…
1913 · PDF PAGE 212
…e, while that the soft night sleeps, O thou most inner and supernal dawn, Thou that bearest the torch for the feast of the gods ! In the heart of eld I found thee, and a rose Was thy heart, and a rose thy crown, and tiny rosebuds Girt thy green mantle, and thy yellow hair, Glittered with the dust of the stars! By the river-side Thou camest to me! Oh, the secret night WhenI stared into the water under the moon, Singing and tumbling on its way to the seal The soft stream flowed under the milky stars; And there were poplars by the water-side, Gazi…
1919 · PDF PAGE 344
…d in the sea of Maya, break from the Universal Parent (SOUL), but let the fiery power retire into the inmost chamber, the chamber of the Heart, and the abode of the World’s Mother. This develops verse 35. The heaven-born is the human consciousness. The chamber of the Heart is the Anahata lotus. The abode of the World’s Mother is the Muladhara lotus. But there is a more technical meaning yet—and this whole verse describes a particular method of meditation, a final method, which is far too difficult for the beginner. [See, however, THE Egurnox, o…
1902 · PDF PAGE 69
…ese mortals use. There, I am barred. The flaming sword of Light Is set against me, and new pangs consume This nest of scorpions where my heart once was. Yet to my fearful task of hate I set No faltering bosom. I will have this man, His life, his strength ; and live a little more. Life—shall I ever reach the splendid sword Of womanhood, and gird it, gain my will, A human soul, and from that altitude Renew the terrible war against the Gods ? I have called Chronos the devouring God My father—shall his desolating reign Never return } Ay me ! this h…
1910 · PDF PAGE 39
…rd way, inweaving Dreams of things beyond believing. When he will, the weary world Of the senses closely curled Like a serpent round his heart Shakes herself and stands apart. So the hearts blood flames expanding, Strenuous, urgent, and commanding ; And the key unlocks the door Where his love lies evermore. She is of the faery blood ; All smaragdine flows its flood. Glowing in the amber sky To ensorcelled porphyry. She hath eyes of glittering flake Like a cold grey water-snake.
1917 · PDF PAGE 5
…e unsung Of perfect love: thence grew the Mystic Rose. Its myriad petals of divided light; Tits leaves of the most radiant emerald ; Tes heart of fire like rubies. At the sight Tiifted up my heart to God and called: How shall I pluck this dream of my desire ? And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of EVELYN UNDERHILL (MRS. STUART MOORE) bats
1912 · PDF PAGE 179
THE TELL-TALE HEART lantern forward. He is seen to be smiling grimly to himself. HE is half round the corner ofthe half—open door, and very warilyputs out his right hand to oþen the ray of the lantern. HE stops refeatedly to listen daring all this time. His thnmb s/iþs on thefasten- ing of the lantern, and Με latter swings against the door, making a startling clatter. MARTIN springs uþ in bed, trying loudly]— MARTIN. Who’s there? [A long pause; presently MARTIN gives a slight groan of abject terror. BOTH remain absolutely still. Another long þa…
1912 · PDF PAGE 179
THE TELL-TALE HEART lantern forward. He is seen to be smiling grimly to himself. HE is half round the corner ofthe half—open door, and very warilyputs out his right hand to oþen the ray of the lantern. HE stops refeatedly to listen daring all this time. His thnmb s/iþs on thefasten- ing of the lantern, and Με latter swings against the door, making a startling clatter. MARTIN springs uþ in bed, trying loudly]— MARTIN. Who’s there? [A long pause; presently MARTIN gives a slight groan of abject terror. BOTH remain absolutely still. Another long þa…
1919 · PDF PAGE 89
IV 1. Ocrystal heart! I the Serpent clasp Thee; I drive home mine head into the central core of Thee, O God my beloved. 2. Even as on the resounding wind-swept heights of Mitylene some god-like woman casts aside the lyre, and with her locks aflame as an aureole, plunges into the wet heart of the creation, so I,O Lord my God! 3. There is a beauty unspeakable in this heart of corrup- tion, where the flowers are aflame. 4. Ah me! but the thirst of Thy joy parches up this throat, so that I cannot sing. 5. I will make me a little boat of my tongue, …
1901 · PDF PAGE 34
…und a slave To this wild passion. It will eat me up. CORA. You cannot guess the horror that you speak. I tell you, if I know your golden heart, This detestation of yourself shall cry The cry of Edipus—“ I have profaned——” ULRIC. What sphinx more cruel? What new C:dipus ? You riddle, Cora, and it breaks my heart. [He sinks exhausted. (Rallying.) By God, I swear to you no lie shall keep Its Dead Sea bar against our marrying. CORA. The truth! Thetruth! Thetruth! I am indeed That whore I told you. That makes nothing here. I am the mother of thy bas…
1919 · PDF PAGE 349
…Record of 666, to be published in THE Equinox, Vol. III.) 50. Let thy Soul lend its ear to every cry of pain like as the lotus bares its heart to drink the morning sun. 51. Let not the fierce sun dry one tear of pain before thy- self hast wiped it from the sufferer’s eye. 52. But let each burning human tear drop on thy heart and there remain; nor ever brush it off, until the pain that caused it is removed. This is a counsel never to forget the original stimulus which has driven you to the Path, the ‘first noble truth.’ Everything is now “good.”…
1919 · PDF PAGE 416
…voice will ask thee first at thy initial step: 22. “Hast thou complied with all the rules, O thou of lofty hopes? “Hast thou attuned thy heart and mind to the great mind and heart of all mankind? For as the sacred River’s roaring voice whereby all Nature-sounds are echoed back, so must the heart of him “who in the stream would enter,” thrill in response to every sigh and thought of all that lives and breathes.” Here is another absurdity. What is the sense of asking a man at his initial step if he has complied with all the rules? If the disciple…
1907 · PDF PAGE 105
…aw my breath Into the hollow lungs of death ! There is no light, nor any motion. There is no mass, nor any sound. Still, in the lampless heart of ocean, Fasten me down and hold me drowned Within thy womb, within thy thought, Where there is nought—where there is nought! THE JILT. ‘‘ WHO is that slinkard moping down the street, That youth—scarce thirty—bowed like sixty?” ‘* Oh, A woman jilted him.” ‘‘ Absurd!” ‘ Con- ceit ! Some youths take life—are Puritans, you know!” I heard it, sitting in the window—glowed, Rushed to my wife and kissed her. L…
1907 · PDF PAGE 201
LIBER TERTIUS VEL LABORIS 195 TISIPHONE, Dost thou think we fear Who are all fear? or feel, who are but pain? MEG-ERA. Creep round his heart, and cluster in his brain, Ye serpents of my hair ! ALECTO. His blood shall drip For sweet warm juice on my decaying lip. ‘TISIPHONE. My fearful wings enfold him ! ALECTO. My foul eyes Hold his in terror ! MEGAERA, All my agonies Crawl in his vitals! TISIPHONE, He is mine, mine, mine! Pour forth of Thebes’ abominable wine ! Mine, O thou god, detested and adored ! MEGA:RA. Mine! he is mine! my lover and my …
1910 · PDF PAGE 232
… with rosy bosses starred ! Wardrobe of tender secrets, filled with nard, Wines, scents, liqueurs, a Comus train Fit to intoxicate mans heart and brain. Sweeping the air with that broad skirt, to me Is imaged some tall ship that puts to sea With canvas spread, that treads a measure Of love-in idleness and peace-with-pleasure ! Strong limbs that toss aside their tented veil Brew acrid draughts of madness, darkly male, Like two black witch-women that turn And stir some ghastly philtre in their urn. Thine armscould strangle a young Hercules ! R…
1912 · PDF PAGE 78
…wned, come armed, come conquering, Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, Where all thine anguish in mine own repeats each phrase. There all loves languish, there all sound of prayer and praise Dies, there one thought alone rules with an iron rod, Flies to the court of our immitigable God Thine, thy great word that thundered out from Calvary. Mine, hast thou heard ? Eli, lama Sabachthani ! Here, every nail that pierced thy hands, that pierced thy feet, Spear, through the vei…
1910 · PDF PAGE 142
…ear, Whispering enchanted words in every curving ear ! O Dionysus, start As the Apollonian dart ! Bury thy horned head in every bleeding heart !
1905 · PDF PAGE 255
… knew the angels were too pure; but you, They guessed not how exalted were your hopes; How utterly unselfish, pure, and true, Your great heart beat ! TANNHAUSER (w¢7th bitterness). I hardly knew, myself! (Aszde.) Here is the virgin insight of the truth | Or—cannot purity be brought to know Aught but itself? Some poets tell us that ! (Aloud.) JT am unworthy even to speak to you. ELIZABETH, The proof! The proof! Dear God, how true it Is That such high worthiness sees nothing there In his own heart (save what is very Christ) .But wickedness ! TANN…