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Page 68 of 1961913 · PDF PAGE 220
…l this endless maze of whirling things. Ah! let me pierce to the heart, to the heart of the Rose. I am pale as the Rose: last night came Love to me, And brushed me with his wing; and I arose, And stared out from my window into the dark. There was rain and wind, and the unforgotten cry Of her who hath striven for ever, and failed at last For that Life had conquered her. But she came to me, Crying, “ Wilt thou not lend me of thy strength, And yield thy love to me?” How should I tell Of this silent thing, this wise debauch of a goddess, Who hath n…
1913 · PDF PAGE 220
…l this endless maze of whirling things. Ah! let me pierce to the heart, to the heart of the Rose. I am pale as the Rose: last night came Love to me, And brushed me with his wing; and I arose, And stared out from my window into the dark. There was rain and wind, and the unforgotten cry Of her who hath striven for ever, and failed at last For that Life had conquered her. But she came to me, Crying, “ Wilt thou not lend me of thy strength, And yield thy love to me?” How should I tell Of this silent thing, this wise debauch of a goddess, Who hath n…
1903 · PDF PAGE 65
… needed then : to-day Must I begin what never I thought To do: mould flowers in common clay? Mud casket of mere words is nought, When by love’s miracle we guess What either always thinketh. Yes? 63
1904 · PDF PAGE 58
44 WHY JESUS WEPT. CARRUTHERS, after thinking a moment. Then, come here, behind me ! Quick, if you love him ! MOLLY. I will see him safe. What is this danger ? CARRUTHERS. Danger of your sort. She mounts. Old Tyson comes out into the open. TYSON. Eh, less, wheer off noo ? MOLLY. Father ! Father ! CARRUTHERS. Now. Spurs on the horse. TYSON. What, ye’ll abdooct my darter ? CARRUTHERS. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Gallops off.
1910 · PDF PAGE 154
144 IN MEMORIAM We shall once more (for your sake !) Be the men that Shakespeare found us. All our life and lust awake ! All your love and joy surround us Smooth and deadly as a snake ! Thus I build your monument, Happy martyrs, passion-crowned ! Death your holiest sacrament, Life mere garlands that you wound Laughing on your brows, and rent ! Fare ye well, O world-renowned ! Enter into great content !
1899 · PDF PAGE 19
…rs of fatal fire, through fields of air That summer squanders, ere the bright moon bare Her maiden bosom, through the kissing gold Where lovers’ lips are molten, and breasts hold Their sister bodies, and deep eyes are wed, And fire of fire enflowers the sacred head Of mingling passion, through the silent sleep Where love sobs out its life, and new loves leap To being, through the dawn of all new things, There burns an angel: whose amazing wings Wave in the sunbright air, whose lips of flame Chant the almighty music of One Name, Whose perfume fi…
1919 · PDF PAGE 328
…ote this Book; the New Zon is here, and its Word is Do what thou wilt. It is certainly time to give the order: “Chautauqua est delenda.” Love is the law, love under will.
1928 · PDF PAGE 147
nary answer. If you were to thrash the wall or the curtain you would draw more sighs from them than the ecstasies of the most frenzied love would draw from the breast of my mis- tress. After a year of life together she admitted to me that she had never known what pleasure was. I became disgusted with the unequal con- test, and this incomparable girl got married. Later, the fancy took me to see her again, and she said, presenting to me six fine children, Ah well, my dear, the wife is still as virgin as your mistress was. In her nothing had cha…
1961 · PDF PAGE 178
…say that were it of thine own Nature, even thine, to compose so sinister a Complex, thou shouldst not strive therewith, destroying it by Love, but continue in that Way? I deny not this hastily, nor affirm; nay, shall I even utter a Hint of that which I may foresee? For it is in mine own Nature to think that in this Matter the Sum of Wisdom is Silence. But this I say, and that boldly, that thou shalt not look upon this Horror with Fear, or with Hate, but accept all this as thou dost all else, as a Phenomenon of Change, that is, of Love. For in a…
1903 · PDF PAGE 67
No blade of grass awaiting takes The dew fresh-fallen above, Because my lover swoons, and slakes Her body’s thirst of love. This night no dewfall from the blue !— Unless my Alice be the dew. This night—O never dawn shall crest The world of wakening, Because my lover has my breast On hers for dawn and spring. This night shall never be withdrawn— Unless my Alice be the dawn. 47
1905 · PDF PAGE 32
… ARCHAIS, Cold is the kiss of the stars to the sea, The kiss of the earth to the orient grey That heralds the day ; Warmer the kiss of a love that is free As the wind of the sea, Quick and resurgent and splendid. CIARICLES, Night her bright bow-string has bended ; last flies her arrow unsparing Through the beech-leaves, “lsther it cleaves Rapid and daring. Ah! how it strikes as with silver! how the sun’s laughter is ended ! ARCHAIS. Llow the moon’s arms are extended ! Semi-Chorus of Men. Rejoicing, inarticulate with pleasure, Joy streams a come…
1922 · PDF PAGE 162
…try. He was the wrong man to try to sell powdered borax to at a guinea a sniff. He told the man he’d rather have Beecham’s Pills. What I love about Cockie is the witty way he talks. But somehow or other, the flashes don’t come like they did—not so often, I mean. Besides which, he seems to be making his jokes to himself. Most of the time, I don’t get what he means. He talks to himself a great deal, for another thing. I get a feeling of absolute repulsion. I don’t know why it is. The least thing irritates me absurdly. I think it’s because every i…
1905 · PDF PAGE 195
…re and stare until mine eyes are blind— There was no jewel in the ring she gave ! | My face grows grim and Oh! my pure heart! Adulterous love began So subtly to identify the man With its own perfumed thoughts. the grape Into the furtive brain—-a spirit shape Kisses my spirit as no woman can. 1 love her—yes; and I have no escape. So steals I never spoke, I never looked! But she Saw through the curtains of the soul of me, And loved me also! It is very well. Tam well started on the road to Hell. Loved, and no sin done! Ay, the world shall] see The…
1996 · PDF PAGE 67
…ual life, either tactically, strategically, or both. The Book of the Law emphasizes the importance of these con siderations. The act of love must be spontaneous, in absolute free dom. The man must be true to himself. Romeo must not be thrust on Rosaline for family, social, or financial reasons. Desdemona must not be barred from Othello for reasons of race or religion. The homosexual must not blaspheme his nature and commit spir itual suicide by suppressing love or attempting to pervert it, as ignorance and fear, shame and weakness, so often …
1944 · PDF PAGE 253
…hment, loss, fatal or voluntary, suffering, defeat, failure, death. XIII The Universe is Change; every Change is the effect of an Act of Love; all Acts of Love contain Pure Joy. Die daily. Death is the apex of one curve of the snake Life: be hold all Opposites as necessary complements, and rejoice. Transformation, change, voluntary or involuntary, in either case logical development of existing conditions, yet perhaps sudden and unexpected. Apparent death or destruction, but such interpretation is illusion. XIV Pour thine all freely from the Va…
1902 · PDF PAGE 37
hi Venusberg. Venus. SWEET, sweet are May and June, dear, The loves of lambent spring. Our lamp the drooping moon, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses ; The night, as long as death ! Still, breath ! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth ! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden, The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover 35
1905 · PDF PAGE 24
…h zeal divine To Aphrodite, who from her far shrine Heard and flew fast to aid over the night-clad brine. PRAYER OF ARCHAIS. O Mother of Love, By whom the earth and allits fountains move In harmony, Hear thou the bitter overwhelming cry Of me, who love, who am about to die Because of love. O Queenliest Shrine, Keeper of keys of heaven, most divine Yet Queen of Pain, Since Hell’s gates open, and close fast again Behind some servants of thy barren and vain Though queenliest shrine. I am of those Who hear their brazen clanging as they close Fastwa…
1912 · PDF PAGE 98
82 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. You might have ruled alone in Venice whos above you ? MONICA. A cold distasteful throneI tell you that I love you. And then I am afraid of what the Pope may say About the prank I played on you the other day. And thenmy smile might fall too sudden to a sob. I dont care that [she makes a gesture of contempt] for all the favour of the mob. Your friends have real power ; mines but the power of storm. Its over in an hour ; your sun is always warm. MORTADELLO. If it were so, I think you would not be so frank. MONICA. …
1913 · PDF PAGE 234
THE EQUINOX The dusk is fallen ; there is no more green ; The day is past, and love and life are fled: Out from my window in the night I lean To hear the waiting ghosts of hours long dead. But, being dead, they dwell at rest in me, Turned into song by love’s strange alchemy. Wherefore I sing of things long past and dead; Wherefore I murmur foolishly in sleep; The old, old pain still throbbing through my head In dreams of desert valleys, mountains steep, With winding paths ; hot suns and scorching plains. There is a fire unquenched within my bra…
1913 · PDF PAGE 234
THE EQUINOX The dusk is fallen ; there is no more green ; The day is past, and love and life are fled: Out from my window in the night I lean To hear the waiting ghosts of hours long dead. But, being dead, they dwell at rest in me, Turned into song by love’s strange alchemy. Wherefore I sing of things long past and dead; Wherefore I murmur foolishly in sleep; The old, old pain still throbbing through my head In dreams of desert valleys, mountains steep, With winding paths ; hot suns and scorching plains. There is a fire unquenched within my bra…