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…ose’s blush and bloom | Drink to me! Love me! I love thee, My love, my lord—to me! to me! There is no harshness in the breath Of this—is life surpassed, and death ? There is the Snake that gives delight And Knowledge, stirs the heart aright With drunkenness. Strange drugs are thine, Hadit, and draughts of wizard wine! These do no hurt. Thine hermits dwell Not in the cold secretive cell, But under purple canopies With mighty-breasted mistresses Magnificent as lionesses— Tender and terrible caresses! Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes; And mass…
1954 · PDF PAGE 158
…to Little Essays Toward Truth (No. 14, p. 75). We are really trying to discuss something totally different; something practical in daily life. Very well, then; you remark that Goetia actually means "howling," that we use officially the Bell, the Tom-Tom, the Incantations, the Mantras, and so on. All quite true, about Magick; but none of it applies to Yoga, for even with the Mantra the practice is to go faster and more quietly as one proceeds, until it becomes "Mental Muttering:" M is the letter that is pronounced with the lips 125
1961 · PDF PAGE 72
…ample the Game and Play of the Chess, which is a Pastime of Man, and worthy to exercise him in Thought, yet by no means necessary to his Life, so that he sweepeth away Board and Pieces at the least Summons of that which is truly dear to him. Thus unto him this Game is as it were an Illusion. But insofar as he entereth into the Game he abideth by the Rules thereof, though they be artificial and in no wise proper to his Nature; for in this Restriction is all this Pleasure. Therefore, though he hath All-Power to move the Pieces at his own Will, he…
1961 · PDF PAGE 73
… thou hast in no wise altered the Relations of thy Body with its Syndromics in the World whereof it is a Part. Wouldst thou lengthen the Life of thy Body? Then accommodate thou the Conditions of thy Body to its Environment by giving it Light, Air, Food, and Exercise as its Nature requireth. So also, mutatis mutandis, do thou cherish the Health of thy Mind. m
1961 · PDF PAGE 152
…hy Worship by the Contemplation of Her Mind many-wiled! Blessed be She, that hath filled Her Cup with every Drop of my Blood, so that my Life is lost wholly in the Wine of her Rapture! Behold, how She is drunken thereon, and staggereth about the Heavens, wallowing in Joy, crying aloud the Song of uttermost Love! Is not She thy true Mother among the Stars, o my Son, and hast thou not embraced Her in the Madness of Incest and Adultery? Yea, blessed be She, blessed be Her Name, and the Name of Her Name, unto the Ages! b
1905 · PDF PAGE 43
…ght dances, A. spectre-flame, through midnight’s in- famy, My blood grows chill and stagnant with my shame, O Love, to speak thy name! © Life! O Tleaven! Ve Spirits Rising unbidden from [lope’s cobwebbed * door, Ve quick desires that every soul inherits, Q) dreams long dead! Leave me to weep, and Corture me no more ! My face grows grey with sheer despair; | shrink Irom dreams 3 [ dare not think. 1 The Anorita, ov elixir of Tnimortality. 2 Because long shut, as in the story of Bruce and the spider. I had a poet’s dreams. ing To grasp the firmame…
1905 · PDF PAGE 246
…nsume 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 heart of hate, Loathing the man, takes comfort in the beast, And gloats on the new garbage for an hour.…
1907 · PDF PAGE 67
…our dainty soul, bathe it in blood Of my heart? Do you love me? Do you know How I love you? twittering rhymes I string you? Is your tiny life withdrawn Into its cup for modesty when I sing So softly to you and hold you in my hands, Do you love these You wild, wee wonder of wisdom? Now I bring My lips to your body and touch you reverently, Knowing as I know what Gabriel under- stands When he spreads his wings above for canopy When you would sleep, you frail angelic thing Like a tiny snowdrop in its own life curled— But oh! the biggest heart in a…
1898 · PDF PAGE 60
…r the gate of death. So, blood and body furious with breath That pants through foaming kisses, let us stay Gripped hard together to keep life away, Mouths drowned in murder, never satiate, Kissing away the hard decrees of Fate, Kissing insatiable in mad desire Kisses whose agony may never tire,
1905 · PDF PAGE 77
…stands alone Like a young antelope poised upon a spire of stone. What tender lightning flashes in the bosom Heaving with vigour of young life? What storm Gathers across the brow’s broad lotus-blossom? What sudden passion fills the fragrant form With subtle streams of warm Blood tingling to the finger-tips of rose? Swiftly the maiden closes The lustre of her look: disdainful glows The fire of wreathing roses 78
1905 · PDF PAGE 97
… mother of all Ere the first was, to fall After the end. And then, O soul endued (In this my solitude) With all the thousand elements of life, Shall I not call thee wife ? O Muse long wooed! Long called to in the forest, on the mountain, Reached after in the fountain, Grasped in the slumberous sea, And yet, ever, aye, ever! escaping me! But here where the wise pen And silver cadences outrunning song, And clear sweet clean-chiselled English, sharp and strong Of the one man among the latter men Who lived with Nature, saw her face to face, And die…
1905 · PDF PAGE 12
…d of its own folly, thrown Into forgotten places and unknown. So I sing on ! Sister and wife, dear wife, Light of my love and lady of my life, Answer if thou canst from the unsullied place, Unveiling for one star-wink thy bright face ! Did we leave then, once cognisant, Time for some Fear to implant His poison ? Did we hesitate ? Leave but one little chance to Fate ? For one swift second did we wait ? There is no need to answer : God is God, A jealous God and evil ; with His rod He smiteth fair and foul, and with His sword Divideth tiniest atom…
1907 · PDF PAGE 154
…ed to uncover. But now the ancient root Of some wise oak betrays her to her lover: She stumbles and falls prone: the forest noon Guesses life’s law; all nature’s tune Tells that the hour is come when May musf grow to June. Then in the broad glare of the careless sun Apollo’s light is on her and within ; His shafts of glory pierce her one by one; His kisses darken, shivering and keen, Swift glories cold and clean Of that chaste bridal, and the earth gets gladness, Till the last winter’s traces Fall from the spring’s last cold wind—shining sadnes…
1901 · PDF PAGE 29
…nnet. In your wondrous eyes Lie hidden all the secrets of the world, And as the lightning of your look is hurled So glean I something of life’s harmonies. Look then upon me ! Let my insight pierce The clouds of this material universe Unto your splendour that no mortal eye May see and live. Even so, how small the price ! My soul accepts its own sweet sacrifice : Let me but strike one perfect chord—and die.
1905 · PDF PAGE 79
…f some loud God, lifting the storm In his disastrous hand, Steps the sweet-voiced, the mellow motherhood Glad of the sun’s kiss, full of life, well wooed And won and brought to his bed, Proud of her rhythm in the lusty kiss, Triumphant and exulting in the mood Wherein her being is Crowned with a husband’s head, And left in solitude which is not solitude. She strides with mighty steps across the glade Laughing, her bosom swelling with the milk Born of a million kisses: leaps her womb Pregnant with fruits, and latter flowers, and shade Of the gre…
1913 · PDF PAGE 144
…se above thee As thou art known of me who love thee. Excellent kiss, thou fastenest on This soul of mine, that it is gone, Gone from all life, and rapt away Into the infinite starry spray Of thine own AZon. . . . Alas for me! I faint. Thy mystic majesty Absorbs this spark. OLYMPAS. All hail! all hail! White splendour through the viewless veil ! I am drawn with thee to rapture. . . . Yet no sooner is this attained than he utters the new doctrine declared in Lider Legis. marsyaS. I bear a message. Heaven hath sent The knowledge of a new, sweet wa…
1913 · PDF PAGE 144
…se above thee As thou art known of me who love thee. Excellent kiss, thou fastenest on This soul of mine, that it is gone, Gone from all life, and rapt away Into the infinite starry spray Of thine own AZon. . . . Alas for me! I faint. Thy mystic majesty Absorbs this spark. OLYMPAS. All hail! all hail! White splendour through the viewless veil ! I am drawn with thee to rapture. . . . Yet no sooner is this attained than he utters the new doctrine declared in Lider Legis. marsyaS. I bear a message. Heaven hath sent The knowledge of a new, sweet wa…
1928 · PDF PAGE 83
…olemn galleries there would be no corner for intimacy; decidedly it is there, in that landscape, that one ought to dwell, to dream ones life-dream with due worship. And, analysing the details of the engraving, he continued in himself, At the edge of the sea a beautiful pleasure-house of wood, sur-
1938 · PDF PAGE 16
… 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: behold all opposites as necessary complements, and rejoice! XIV. Pour thine all freely from the Vase in thy right hand, and lose no drop! Hath not thy left hand a vase? Transmute all wholly into the Image of thy Will, bringing each to its true token of Perfection!
1906 · PDF PAGE 79
…ear from spurning all the day’s due joys. She had not dared to speak one word, to tell How deep and pure a fountain sunward leapt In her life’s garden: but to-night she lay In my intense embraces : so the spell . Moved her: ‘I love you,” said she. So we kept, Remurmuring that one phrase until the day. THE NINETEENTH DAY. ‘« The boy is foolish, and I fear not him,” Richard I1, SHE dared not come into my room to-night. So? I was acquiescent, sharp despair And nervous purpose mixing in me there The while I waited: then I glided light (Clad in the …