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… stoic god that might enamour And draw him with its tendrils into time. VI My mouth was wet with the delicious crime Of kissing you, one night, when in a vision
…al. A Bishop, as Grand Ingnisitor. On hz's right, RINALDO,‘ now become Grand Master of the Terhþle; on his left the Grand Master of the Knights of Malta. Beyond these, the Grand Master ef the Knights of St john and the reþresentatz'we ofthe K'ing of jerusalem. Clerhs, Ushers, etc. A military guard. Clericalfunctionaries ofall sorts. Underguard LAYLAH, unveiled, scarred with sword-61415,a stern savage virago. BISHOP. Let the indictment be read. THE CLERK OF THE COURT. Princess Kahar—ud—din or Koureddin, you are arraigned of witchcraft. Firstly t…
…al. A Bishop, as Grand Ingnisitor. On hz's right, RINALDO,‘ now become Grand Master of the Terhþle; on his left the Grand Master of the Knights of Malta. Beyond these, the Grand Master ef the Knights of St john and the reþresentatz'we ofthe K'ing of jerusalem. Clerhs, Ushers, etc. A military guard. Clericalfunctionaries ofall sorts. Underguard LAYLAH, unveiled, scarred with sword-61415,a stern savage virago. BISHOP. Let the indictment be read. THE CLERK OF THE COURT. Princess Kahar—ud—din or Koureddin, you are arraigned of witchcraft. Firstly t…
… ye hollow caverns whence there flee Foam-heads and blusterous waves, give ear to me, And O thou thunder, follow hard behind ! O womb of night, reverberate these chords, Ye clouds, ye stormy lords, With clamour and shrill voice as of ten thousand swords. Swords that clang sharp on heaven’s anvil, white With heat of God’s own forehead that be- holds The building broken that is made of might, Nor builded firm on justice’ iron height, Nor is not cast in mercy’s silver mould :— Swords sharp to slay, when vengeance must its fill Drink of the bloody …
…s, no pain, No swift emotion, no disdain, No pits : but the boundless light Of the Eternal Love, unslain, Flows through me to redeem the night. Mine is a sad slow life : but I, I would not gain release, and die A moment ere my task be done. To falter now were treachery I should not dare to greet the sun ! Yet, in one hour I dare not hope, The mighty gate of Life May ope, And call me upwards to unite (Even my soul within the scope) With That Unutterable Light. Steady of purpose, girt with Truth, I pass, in my eternal youth, And watch the centur…
…o music but their rattling ; No scent but deaths grown faint and fugitive ; No light but this their leprous pallor battling Weakly with night. Lord, shall these dry bones live ?
…pierce deeper than the “wolf in Dr. Jaeger’s clothing” of our wittiest woman and most alluring morphinomane. That task is ours. For last night in the visions of mine head upon my bed I beheld, strangely interwoven with this striking picture, the scene between Little Red Riding Hood and her sick grand- mother—how perverted! For in my dream it seemed that the old lady had devoured the wolf and that the scourge of the 346
…pierce deeper than the “wolf in Dr. Jaeger’s clothing” of our wittiest woman and most alluring morphinomane. That task is ours. For last night in the visions of mine head upon my bed I beheld, strangely interwoven with this striking picture, the scene between Little Red Riding Hood and her sick grand- mother—how perverted! For in my dream it seemed that the old lady had devoured the wolf and that the scourge of the 346
… me long enough in ecstasy; she had a soft, dreamy, English, romantic way of saying, I am hungry. And she repeated these words day and night, showing the prettiest teeth in the world, which would have softened and enli- vened you at the same time. I might have made my fortune by showing her at fairs as the Polyphagous Wonder. I fed her well, and yet she left me. For a provision merchant, no doubt? Something of the sortan officer of commissariat, who, by some wizardry, was probably able to supply the poor child with the rations of sever…
…e fruit of me! — Shrieks every soul and every demon hisses ! Out ! out ! the ghastly torches of the feast ! Let darkness hide us and the night discover The shameless mysteries of God grown beast, The nameless blasphemy, the sliméd East— Sin incarnatéd with a leprous lover ! ‘‘tfoc est enim” 14—the victim! ah! my womb, My womb has borne the victin! Now I queen it To-night upon the damned—thy love makes room, My goat-head godhead, for my hecatomb ! Iam thy mistress, and thy slaves have seen it ! Even as thy cold devouring kisses roll Over my corp…
…e voice serene Of the love-moved wind: theexulling secrecies Of the subtle wind: lament, O harmonies Of the most musical wind! Eileen! 1 Night—an old English canting word. The peace of the nameless loch: the waiting heart Of the amorous loch: the lights unguessed, unseen, Of the midnight loch; the winter’s sorrow apart Of the ice-bound loch: O majesty of art Ot the most motionless loch ! Eileen ! The gleam of the hills: the stature of the hills Facing the wind and the loch: the cold and clean Sculpture of the stalwart hills ; the iron wills Of …
…ife was spilt _ From fervent lips the torch of song t’ ignite : Thou mayst add yet a stone—if but thou wilt. And yet the days stream by; night shakes the day From his pale throne of purple, to allay The tremors of the earth ; day smiteth dark With the swift poignard dipped in Helios’ ray. The days stream by; with lips and cheeks grown pale On their indomitable breast we sail. There is a favouring wind ; our idle bark Lingers, we raise no silk to meet the gale.
THE HOLY PLACE. 97 Back flung the baffled corpse. But through the air Looms the more startling vision in the night ; The actual demon of my work is there ! Where is the glittering circle ? Where, ah, where The radiant bowls whose flame rose fiery bright ? I am alone in the absolute abyss ; No aid ; no helper ; no defence—but this ! My left hand seeks the lamen. Once again Fearless I front the awful shape before me, Fearless I speak his Name. My trembling brain Vibrates that Word of Power. I cry amain : “ Down, Dweller of the Darkness, and adore…
…s, He took her home, and there confessed to her His admiration knew no bounds. And she agreed (vide the sequel) His power was equal. All night he kept his engine going Much to the ladys satisfaction, Till in the morning, by her showing, His total (after due subtraction Of income-tax) was found in fine Eleven thousand and eighty nine ! Still, as through years the solid rocks stand, No weakness did this hero show. He still possessed a mighty cock stand When his fair mistress had to go, And he repaired to wash his balls Before he paid his social …
…a mere desperate struggle to keep the eyes open. . Pranayama all wrong—very difficult. Rose, washed, drank a few drops of water. (N.B.—To—night have drunk several times, a mouthful at a time; other nights, and days, no. All entries into body recorded duly.) Have done 10 Breath»Cycles ; am quite awake. It will therefore now be lawful again to sleep. Awoke at 7.40, read a letter which arrived, and tried quite vainly to concentrate. Have risen, written a letter. Will break my fast— cafe croissant—and go a walk with the New Mantra, using my recently…
THE FELON FLOWER As the sighing of souls that are waiting the close of the light, As the passionate kissings of Love in the Forest of Night, As the swish of the wavelets that beat on a cavernless shore, Or the cry of the sea-mew that echoes a moment or more, So the voice of thy spirit soft-calling my soul in its flight. As the breath of the wind that is borne from the island of Love, As the swift-moving cloudlets that sail in the heaven above, As the warmth of the sunlight that breaks on the shimmer- ing sea, And the sweetness that lurks in the…
THE FELON FLOWER As the sighing of souls that are waiting the close of the light, As the passionate kissings of Love in the Forest of Night, As the swish of the wavelets that beat on a cavernless shore, Or the cry of the sea-mew that echoes a moment or more, So the voice of thy spirit soft-calling my soul in its flight. As the breath of the wind that is borne from the island of Love, As the swift-moving cloudlets that sail in the heaven above, As the warmth of the sunlight that breaks on the shimmer- ing sea, And the sweetness that lurks in the…
…PYGE.! WHERE was light when thy body came Out of the womb of a perished prayer? Where was life when the sultry air, Hot with the lust of night and shame, | Brooded on dust, when thy shoulders bare Shone on the sea with a sudden flame Into all Time to abundant fame? Daughter of Lust by the foam of the sea! Mother offlame! Sister of shame ! Tiger that Sin nor her son cannot tame! ~Worshtp to thee! Glory to thee! Venus Callipyge, mother of me. 1 A statue in Naples. Callipyge means ‘* having beautiful buttocks,” - Fruitless foam of a sterile sea, W…
… ! You have brought me to command you, and not to be denied ; You have taught me in perfection to be unsatisfied ; You have taught me midnight vigils, when you smiled in amorous sleep ; You have even taught a man the woman’s way to weep. So, even as you helped me, blindly, against your will, So shall the angel faces watch for your own souls still. A little pain and pleasure, a little touch of time, _And you shall blindly reach to the subtle and sublime ; You shall gather up your girdles to make ceady for the way, “And by the Cross of Suffering …
…r the intolerable long roll of names, all tainted with glorious madness. Baudelaire the diabolist, debauchee of sadism, whose dreams are night mares, and whose waking hours delirium ; Rollinat the necro- phile, the poet of phthisis, the anxiomaniac ; Péladan, the high priest—of nonsense ; Mendés, frivolous and scoffing sensualist ; besides a host of others, most alike in this, that, below the cloak of madness and depravity, the true heart of genius burns. No more terrible pe- riod than this is to be found in literature ; so many great minds, of…