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…k boat his icy gates. He will not free his lover Till Proserpine discover How near he hangs above her, And yearns towards the Fates. Nor life nor death will hear him, Nor God nor Satan aid ; Though Love no more endear him, Nor Passion make afraid. Too cold, too calm, too holy He stands, consuming slowly In the strong flame that wholly Absorbs his vital shade. 173
…ale In the Morgue to-day? Did he then fail ? Ay, he was beaten. But to live, Slink on through what the world can give, That is a hound’s life too. For me, The suicide stands grand and free Besides these others. Was it fear Drove him to stand upon the bank ? The Paris lights shone far and drear; The mist was down; the night was dank; The Seine ran easily underneath ; The air was chill : he knew the Seine 22
…— SIR PERCY. You must. ANGELA. Ah love ! (She yields herself up to him. A long pause.) Learn my first lesson ; at these great moments of life, silence is the best. (Aside.) There is a more important one. Had that silly gowk but the wit to lead him — “ à fin — where were I now ? Not a drain on his stores, but a — Professor Spooner, in your next lecture warn the girls to go slow ; it is dangerous as well as cruel to leave a lover standing. SIR PERCY. Oh I have learnt that lesson and a thousand others. ANGELA. You must go now. The moon — SIR PERCY…
…ward in swoon By arrowy hours, Girt round of the moon And the girdling flowers, The sun for a boon, Sweet kisses of showers, O mother, O life, O desire, my soul is a bird in thy bowers ! , | My soul is caught up In thy green-hearted waves. I drink at the cup Of thy sweet valley graves. My spirit may sup Slow tunes in thy caves. O hide me, thy child, in thy bosom, that the heart in me yearns to and craves. 56
…er tresses, And led him to the river, Caught him and kissed with young caresses, And then—her cruel smiles quiver! Beneath the waves his life represses For ever and for ever! I knew the danger of the deed The while enrapt, I gladdened. My eyes upon the dancer feed As one by daylight saddened After long night whose slumbers bleed, By dreams deceived and maddened ! It might be—the delusive dance, The shadowy form I saw, Apollo’s misty quivering lance Thrown to elude God’s law ; It might be—doth the maid advance, Evanish, or withdraw? So stung by …
…ns But stings with agony that which yearns? “© face half kissed in faith and fear, Eager and beautiful! Drop for mortality one tear! For life one smile recall! There is no passion made for me— Else were my water-well the sea.” Such tune my falling body snapped Within the sacred sides, While the warm waves with laughter lapped, And changed their tunéd tides,
AMBERGRIS 105 OTHER LOVE SONGS Rose Rose on the breast of the world of spring, I press my breast against thy bloom, My subtle life drawn out to thee : to thee its moods and meanings cling. I pass from change and thought to peace, woven on loves incredible loom, Rose on the breast of the world of spring ! How shall the heart dissolved in joy take form and harmony and sing ? How shall the ecstasy of light fall back to musics magic gloom ? O China rose without a thorn, O honey-bee with- out a sting ! The scent of all thy beauty burns upon the wi…
… for this hour To give me power To lead you in silent obedience, ‘Though I bade you fall on your sword. . . . Crassus. Enough! I give my life as I gave my love. Aucu. 1! love you have not understood. ‘You have not guessed its secret food. ‘You have not seen its single eye; But fear and doubt and jealousy Have risen, and now your love is trembling Like a mountebank dissembling When his trick's detected. Come! To find home we must leave home. 5
…? All’s relation !” science sighed. In bondage with thy brother beast, Love tortured thee, as Love’s hope died And Lover’s faith rotted. Life no least Dim star descried. Thy cringing carrion cowered and crawled To find itself a chance-cast clod Whose Pain was purposeless; appalled That aimless accident thus trod Its agony, that void skies sprawled On the vain sod ! All souls eternally exist, Each individual, ultimate, Perfect — each makes itself a mist Of mind and flesh to celebrate With some twin mask their tender tryst Insatiate.
…re, imminent, immense, Cold Chastity, the child of Impotence, And eyes grow dim with grey distrust thereof. Forget, dear heart, forget ; life’s glow is sweet : Come to a lover’s arms that grow divine At the first eloquent embrace of thine, While pulses in wild unison warmly beat. 2 I know a valley walled with glistening steep Of fire-hewn rock, and stately cliff of ice,
…ehold, dear Lord, How plump their buttocks be, lift up Thine eyes, See how their cocks stand at an amorous word, How their lips suck out life until love dies, See, Lord, Thou knowest, how wearily one lies Cursing the lusts that fail, the deeds that tire ; Shrunk is San Cresce to a sorry size. This is the end of every man’s desire.
…t. How? So great and grim The Gods are, I may never guess. Suffice it, on his mouth I swim A drowning dastard. The caress Wakes the lost life. I see him dress The godhead. Up he bounds and brays :— The wild ass of the wilderness, The soul that sees, the soul that slays ! Inhabit the untrodden ways ; Set! Thou my god and I thy priest, Thy temple hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hate’s co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East— The scorpion’s hole, the lion’s lair…
…ll. Bring your beauty to man! I am the mate for ye all; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips! I am hidden beyond, Shed in a secret sinew Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you ! Come, while the moon (the moon !) Sheds her ambrosial splendour, Reels in the redeless rune Ineffably, utterly, tender! Hark! the appealing cry Of deadly hurt in the hollow :— Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Ay! Smitten to death by Apollo. Swift, O maiden moon, Se…
…t. How? So great and grim The Gods are, I may never guess. Suffice it, on his mouth I swim A drowning dastard. The caress Wakes the lost life. I see him dress The godhead. Up he bounds and brays :— The wild ass of the wilderness, The soul that sees, the soul that slays ! Inhabit the untrodden ways ; Set! Thou my god and I thy priest, Thy temple hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hate’s co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East— The scorpion’s hole, the lion’s lair…
…ll. Bring your beauty to man! I am the mate for ye all; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips! I am hidden beyond, Shed in a secret sinew Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you ! Come, while the moon (the moon !) Sheds her ambrosial splendour, Reels in the redeless rune Ineffably, utterly, tender! Hark! the appealing cry Of deadly hurt in the hollow :— Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Ay! Smitten to death by Apollo. Swift, O maiden moon, Se…
…rt Strikes me? I love you; can you satisfy The hunger of my heart? Nay ; not in love, or faith, or hope is hidden The drug that heals my life; I know too well How all things lawful, and all things forbidden Alike disclose no pearl upon the midden, Offer no key to unlock the gate of Hell. There is no escape from the eternal round, No hope in love, or victory, or art. There is no plumb-line long enough to sound The abysses of my heart!
…rt Strikes me? I love you; can you satisfy The hunger of my heart? Nay ; not in love, or faith, or hope is hidden The drug that heals my life; I know too well How all things lawful, and all things forbidden Alike disclose no pearl upon the midden, Offer no key to unlock the gate of Hell. There is no escape from the eternal round, No hope in love, or victory, or art. There is no plumb-line long enough to sound The abysses of my heart!
…it may be ; In the open or by stealth, By their slenderness or sleekness. For harlot worn and blubbing baby Nineteen centuries shall see Life run horizontally. 2ND NYMPH Soul shall follow body’s station. They shall cling to degradation, Dance to the clank of the chains that eat Deep ulcers in their fettered feet. Lock love the dove in a close cage, And loose the tiger marriage : To the camel of joy be a needle’s eye, And a wolf’s-throat to monogamy. Youth’s lusty god shall turn them sick, While they dote on age’s gilded stick. Beauty shall shiv…
272 THE EQUINOX On the brows the brand of lust, In the eyes the blaze of bliss! Life, the pimp of malice, drags Love with rape of fingers rude, Flings to dust-heap death the rags Of its bleeding maidenhood. Therefore, we, the slaves of love, Stand with trembling lips and eyes; There is that shall reach above The soul’s sullied sanctuaries. Blasphemy beneath our touch Turns to prayer’s most awed intent; The profaner’s vilest smutch Is our central sacrament. Triumph, Templars, that are sworn To that vengeance sinister, Vigilant from murk to morn …
… world to do. This sense of the importance of the lightest act, of the value of every moment, has been a tragically intense factor in my life. I have always grudged the time necessary for eating, sleeping and dressing. I have invented costumes with the sole object of minimizing the waste of time3 and the distraction of attention involved. I never wear underclothing. The "Magnetism" of men and women has for its physical basis sweat: in health this is sparse and very fragrant. Any defect should be instantly remedied: there is no surer danger sign…