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Page 60 of 1961905 · PDF PAGE 146
…emendous birth Of fear in gentle-minded mirth. “ Great Sir!” she cried, “the choice is made! An hour ago I was afraid, Knew nothing, and loved not. But I Know now not this you say—to die. Some doubtful change? An hour ago I was anymph. I did not know This change: but now for death or life I care not. Am I not his wife? I love him. NowI would not leave That joy once tasted ; shall not grieve - If even that should ever cease, So great a pleasure (and a peace !) I have therein. And by the sense Of love’s intuitive influence K:* I 47
1907 · PDF PAGE 127
…?—O the sunny land of Spain! My Gitana, my Saliya! more delicious than a dove! With your hair aflame with roses and your lips alight with love! Shall I see you, shall I kiss you once again? I wander far From the sunny land of summer to the icy Polar Star. I shall find you, I shall have you! I am coming back again From the filth and fog to seek you in the sunny land of Spain. I shall find you, my Gitana, my Saliya! as of old With your hair aflame with roses and your body gay with gold. I shall find you, I shall have you, in the summer and the south Wi…
1929 · PDF PAGE 195
…than he guessed. Mrs. Douglas, her face suddenly drawn and white, lifted her head with infinite effort towards her husband. "I've always loved you," she whispered, "and I love you now, as — I — die." Her head dropped with a dull crack upon the slab. No one can say if she heard the reply of Douglas: "You sow! you've bitched the whole show!" For she had uttered the supreme name of Love, in love; and the spell dissolved more swiftly than a dream. There was no Hecate, no sorcerer even, for [275] the moment; nothing but two murderers, and the corpse…
1898 · PDF PAGE 15
…othe my body from your head ; you win The devils bargain ; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for your skin ! O bitter love, consuming all my will ! O love destroying, that hast drained my life Of all those fountains of dear blood that fill My heart ! O woman, would I call you wife ? Would I content you with one touch divine To flood your spirit with the clinging strife Of perfect passionate joy, the joy of wine, The drunkenness of extreme pleasure, filled From sins amazing cup ? Oh, mine, mine, mine, Mine, if your kisses mad…
1902 · PDF PAGE 32
Dread forked fire across the cloven sky ; Stripped off thy body of mortality — Nay, but on steeper slopes my love shall strive ! Our bodies perish and our hearts revive Vainly, unless the shaking sense beware The crested snakes shot trembling through our hair, Their wisdom ! But our souls leap, flash, unite, One crowned column of avenging light, Fixed and yet floating, infinite, immense, Caught in the meshes of the cruel sense, Two kissing breaths of agony and pleasure, Mixed, crowned, divided, beyond age or measure. Time, thought, or being ! N…
1902 · PDF PAGE 141
…y 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 I sis ! Then I fell away Into some old mysterious abyss Rolling between the heights of starry space ; Flaming above, beyond the Tomb of Time, Blending the darkness into the profound Chasms…
1904 · PDF PAGE 67
WHY JESUS WEPT 53 Her pale, her golden body lies ! Even asleep the dark long lashes move, And the eyes see. She dreams of me, of love, Of all these bridal ecstasies That have been ours this month, this month of joy. I am a foolish boy ; Did not the golden starred Ambassador Come like a father to me and implore I would look straight on truth ? “ This is no love-sick youth ! ” He cried, “ She is nigh sixty years of age ; Her lovers are a mangled multitude ; You are one duckling of an infinite brood This vixen hath up-gobbled ! ” Am I mage ? Ay, f…
1905 · PDF PAGE 99
…ngled into snow, Song-marvels in the air desirable. So lazily I lay, and watched my eyes In the deep fountain’s sun-stirred harmonies. I loved myself ! O Thou ! (I cried) divine Woman more lovely than the flowers of earth ! O Self-hood softer than the babe at birth, Sweeter than love, more amorous than wine, Where is thy peer upon the face of life ? I love myself, the daughter of the dawn. Come, silken night, in your deep wings withdrawn Let me be folded, as a tender wife In my own arms imagined ! Let me sleep, Unwaking from the admirable deep …
1913 · PDF PAGE 232
…e, under a rainy moon, Are nuptials, and a feasting, and a swoon? (xv) For art’s sake let there be no more delaying; Since we have found Love, with him let us linger: Upon our hearts new chords he'll still be playing— Upon what secret strings shall stray his finger? We talk so foolishly of love! We lie Lip unto lip, heart pressed to beating breast All too oblivious of the hours that fly For ever onward to eternal rest. 194
1913 · PDF PAGE 232
…e, under a rainy moon, Are nuptials, and a feasting, and a swoon? (xv) For art’s sake let there be no more delaying; Since we have found Love, with him let us linger: Upon our hearts new chords he'll still be playing— Upon what secret strings shall stray his finger? We talk so foolishly of love! We lie Lip unto lip, heart pressed to beating breast All too oblivious of the hours that fly For ever onward to eternal rest. 194
1906 · PDF PAGE 22
…ing, Familiar healer of man’s suffering ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery! Who to the leper, even the cursed pariah, Hast taught by love the taste of heavenly fire! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman, Begottest Hlape—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clear eye discerns the arsenals deep, Where the small folk of buried metals…
1901 · PDF PAGE 83
… The queen had given—how her beauty stank Now in mine yes, where once their passion drank Its secret sweets of poison. Let the spring Of love once dawn—all else hath little thank ! Yet resolute I put my love away. I could not live in this amazing day.
1910 · PDF PAGE 7
…asks me for my tears ? She flings the body of my sweet dead child Into my face with hell’s own epitaph, Profanes that shrine Of infinite love and infinite loss, My empty shrine, the one shrine undefiled, My one close-claspèd cross— And hers as much as mine ! Profanes it with a hideous laugh And a lie flung with a curse ; and I must hear, And must not stamp on the snake, because, forsooth This was my love, my peace, my faith, my truth, The rosebud of my youth ! It was—it is not—it can never be. This would corrupt God’s body with a breath. I see …
1910 · PDF PAGE 112
…and regret we quash ; we banish traitor hope and fear ; The present ecstasy is all, the Middle Path, the Golden Mean. An He endure, then love endures : — so El Qahar will ever sing, Till he the world from milk of prayer to wine of me- ditation wean.7 Like peacocks in a garden spread our thousand eyes of jewel-sheen ; Though squawking with an eunuch’s voice, our paederastic plumes we preen.8 For voice is sound, and dies with air ; light is co- excellent with God9 ; As Hate’s a poison for delight, so love’s a physic for the spleen. And El Qahar i…
1910 · PDF PAGE 23
…shion, So that thy wisdom and thy strength are sold In every mart of earth ; So that thine eyes enfold The universe in one great look of love Bring this, bring this to birth ! And neither hate below, nor hate above, Nor chance, nor force, nor cunning shall deprive Man of thy gift, a love alive With more than men to-day can understand.
1944 · PDF PAGE 252
… of fortune. (This generally means good fortune because the fact of consultation implies anxiety or discontent.) XI Mitigate Energy with Love; but let Love devour all things. Worship the name , foursquare, mystic, wonderful, and the name of His House 418.
1904 · PDF PAGE 38
…..n, I called Time ! And began. The slippery and lax bung-hole of the flatulent monarch was ill- suited to my boyish chink-stopper : but Love will find a way, and the head surgeon hastily ligatured its tapering delicacy to the protuberant and pendu- lous clitoris of the royal patient. Ten minutes later he was able to announce to the joyful crowd that the temperature had not risen further, and that under God England might owe the restored health of the nymphomaniac to the attentions of the hith- erto despised Frenchman. The news was flashed over…
1922 · PDF PAGE 381
Love under Will 367 I made the discovery that I was after all a profoundly religious man. All my life I had been looking for a creed which did not offend my moral or intellectual sense. And now I had come to understand the mysteri- ous language of the people of the Abbey of Thelema. “Be the Priest pure of body and soul!” The love of Lou had consecrated me to do my will, to accomplish the Great Work. “‘ Be the Priest fervent of body and soul!” The love of Lou not only kept me from the contamina- tion of ideas and desires alien to my essential fu…
1905 · PDF PAGE 235
…and the dead, The mystery of pleasure and of pain. I am the mother! I the speaking sea ! I am the earth and its fertility ! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return tO me— To me! Hathoodr am I, and to my beauty drawn All glories of the Universe bow down, The blossom and the mountain and the dawn, Fruit’s blush, and woman, our creation’s crown. I am the priest, the sacrifice, the shrine, I am the love and life of the divine ! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, are surely mine— Are mine ! Venus am I, the love and light of earth…
1904 · PDF PAGE 77
ACTUS QUARTUS That song of swimming when thy love lost sense Before the passion of the Infinite. JASON. The more so as my master warns me oft Of late how near that island is, where dwell The alluring daughters of Melpomene. ORPHEUS. Light shed from seaward over breakers bending Kiss-wise to the emerald hollows: light divine Whereof the sun is God, the sea his shrine; Light in vibrations rhythmic; light unending, Light sideways from the girdling crags extending Unto this lone and languid head of mine; Light, that fulfils creation as with wine, F…