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Page 96 of 1081913 · PDF PAGE 267
…sed sheer promiscuity; an exquisitely beautiful woman of the middle classes did worse, and actually married a most hideous dwarf. To-day things are very much the same. A very celebrated dancer from America never goes on the stage without previously dragging a stranger—a man from the street, a stage carpenter, it matters nothing—to her dressing-room. One of our best known women art critics haunts the lowest brothels of the Bd. St. Germain in search of adventure; a very distinguished poetess of the nobility supports a burly negro from North Afric…
1919 · PDF PAGE 314
…s memory of an Elizabethan incarnation than that Pa- tience is wandering, unchanged for several centuries, about the astral plane, where things are so easily broken up. It is also quite feasible to imagine Patience as an elemental spirit. But undoubtedly her utterance is remarkably distinctive and coherent. It is almost entirely free from the worst of the disfigurements to which psychical researchers have acclimatized us, confound them. The mention of psychical researchers has ruined my temper again. I am going to be nasty even to my dear Mrs. …
1905 · PDF PAGE 87
…thom all the desolate winds of ocean, And draw their secrets from the hidden mines Whose gold and. silver are but wisdom, seeking Rather things incorruptible above ‘han sordid hopes and fears. friends, Where in the sun’s eye rolls a speck of cloud Lesser than the ephemeral gnat may make Riding for sport upon a little whirl Of moving breezes, so it glows and rolls, Caught in the furnace of the sun, opaque To eyes that seek its depth, but -penetrable By those long filaments of light beyond. See, the spot darkens, and a horseman spurs A flagging s…
1907 · PDF PAGE 73
…the masses of matter Nothing avails; in the splendour spirit is, nothing. Give me love; I am weary of giants colossal, Royal, impossible things; I am fain of a bosom Always breathing sleep, and the symphony, silence. Years are forgotten ; abide, deep love, I am happy. 1 An acrostic. XXVIII. CouLD ivory blush with a stain of the sunset on highlands Of snow: could the mind of me span The tenderness born of the dew in immaculate islands Virgin of maculate man : Could I mingle the Alps and Hawaii; Strath Ness and A’pura?! and Baie; Kashmir and Japa…
1929 · PDF PAGE 346
…er of one's own personality? One can increase one's knowledge and nature by {559} travelling and reading; but that does not tell one how things look to other people. It is all very well to visit St. Peter's and the Vatican, but what would be really interesting would be to know how they look to the Pope. The greatness of a poet consists, to a considerable extent, in his ability to see the world through another man's eyes; and my training in science is always suggesting to me that I should invent a technique for doing anything that I want to do. …
1905 · PDF PAGE 102
… day by day and nights of starry blue ; Nights when the sea would shake Like sunlight where the wake Was wonderful with flakes of living things That leapt for joy to feel The cold exultant keel Flash, and the white ship dip her woven wings ; Nights when the moon would hold Eler lamp of whitest gold To see us on the poop together set With one desire, to be Alone upon the sea And touch soft hands, and hold white bosoms yet, And see in silent eyes Mote stars than all the skies Together hold within their limits gray, To watch the red lips move For …
1919 · PDF PAGE 170
… which I am grateful. It seems as if so little is entered in this diary and so much remains unsaid. How one longs some- times to express things and thoughts and generally ends by some commonplace entry. I think to-night I will try a little more than usual. All this time I have been plodding on, having made up my mind to a course of action in accordance with my aspiration. Day after day I have continued until this round of existence has become almost a fixed habit. My times of meditation and practice have dwindled till they are somewhat short, b…
1905 · PDF PAGE 98
… And asks to die Because the sea will hear no hollow moan Beyond its own, Because the sea that kissed dead Sappho! sings Of strange dark things— Shapes of bright breasts that purple as the sun Grows dark and dun, Of pallid lips more haggard for the kiss Of Salmacis,? Of eager eyes that startle for the fear Too dimly dear Lest there come death, like passion, and fulfil Their dreams of ill! Oh! lift thy forehead to the night’s cool wind ! The meekest hind That fears the noonday in her grove is bold To seek the gold So pale and perfect as the moon…
1907 · PDF PAGE 187
… I take my refuge in the solitude And grandeur of that irony of ire, That mockery of mercy: thus I brood Apart, alone, upon the cause of Things And wait those fearful Three. A lifeless mood Stirs my grey being: ay! no passion springs In flowerless halls as these: awhile the mind Wanders on void unprofitable wings No whither : gains new strength at last to find Custom breed sight and hearing: in the hal] The sounds grow clear, the black fires fail to blind. I see the mighty buttress of the wall Lost in its mighty measure: hear again The lyre’s l…
1907 · PDF PAGE 155
… with blood; the pentacle Builded of flesh; the wand its snake- head rears Swift energy : my labour is but lost. I, who thus thought all things to end, Find in the void no friend. I have but conjured up the fiend that most I trusted to abolish: all my toil Goes to give rest to life, and build anew These pinnacles of pain, Cupola upon cupola; the soil To comfort, to avail, to assoil with dew, To build the year again.
1906 · PDF PAGE 41
… of any cheer. Here, in caprice, in will divine, I see no perfect peace ; Here,in the Law’s impassive shrine, no hope is of release. All things escape me, all repine, all alter, ruin, cease. I], But thou, O Lord, O Apollo, Must thou utterly change and pass? Thy light be lost in the hollow? Thy face as a maid’s in a glass Go out and be lost and be broken - As the face of the maid is withdrawn, And thy people with sorrow unspoken ~ Wait, wait for the dawn? But thou, O Diana, our Lady, Shall it be as if never had been? The vales of the sea grown s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 214
… plot their stealthy destinies. So patient, in the breathless strife ; So silent, under scourge and knife ; So tranquil, in the surge of things ; I bring them from the well of Life, Love, from celestial water-springs ! From the shrill fountain-head of God I draw out water with the rod Made luminous with light of power. I seal each zeon’s period, And wait the moment and the hour. Aloof, alone, unloved, I stand With love and worship in my hand. I commune with the Gods: I wait Their summons, and I fire the brand. I speak their Word: and there is F…
1907 · PDF PAGE 178
…ughter and for tears, Changeless for joy of myriad years. This, this endures; there is no lover, No loved one ; all the ages cover These things from sight: but this abides Floating above the whelming tides Of time and space: abides for ever Whether the lovers join or sever. There is no change: the love exists Beyond the moment’s suns and mists In me, abiding: and I see No lover in Eurydice, Save that her kiss awoke in me This knowledge, this supreme content, Annihilation of the event, The vast eternal element Of utter being, bliss, and thought,…
1907 · PDF PAGE 133
…endures, The holy heaven of will! I kindle a flame like a torrent To rush from star to star; Your hair as a comet's horrent, Ye shall see things as they are! I lift the mask of matter; 10 nthe heartofman; For am of force to shatter The wt that hideth—Pan ! Your loves shall lag up slaughter, And dabbled wit roses 0 blood Each desperate darling daughter Shall swim in the fervid flood. I brin ye lau hter and tears, The uses t t foam and bleed, The joys ofa million years, The flowers that bear no seed. M life is bitter and sterile, ts flame is a wander…
1906 · PDF PAGE 35
… love and despair : Sought in thy palaces rest, sleep that awaited me there ; Sleep that awaits me in vain: I have done with the hope of things ; Passion and pleasure and pain have stung me, and lost their stings. Only abides there a hollow, void as the heart of the earth. Echo may find it and follow, dead from the day of her birth. Life, of itself not insatiate; death, not pre- suming to be ; Share me intense and emaciate, waste me, are nothing tome. Still in the desolate place, still in the bosom that was Even as a veil for thy face, thy face…
1905 · PDF PAGE 206
…ex, Mighty Whole, Lord of the Gods! O Thou, the King of Kings ! To me a sinner, me, Lowest of all that be, Be merciful, O Master Soul of things ! Show me thy face of ruth, And in thy way of truth Guide my weak youth, That stumbles while it walks, makes discord when it sings ! So, Mighty Mother! Pure, Eternal Spouse, Isis, thou Star, thou Moon, thou Mightiest, Lead my weak steps to thine Eternal House ! Rest my vain head on thine Eternal Breast ! Spread wide the wings divine Over this shadowy shrine, Where in my heart their hovering lendeth Ligh…
1905 · PDF PAGE 177
…With blood made one, the sacrifice To those, the living, who are dead— Strange gods and goddesses, that shed Monstrous desires of secret things Upon their worshippers, from wings One lucent web of light, from head One labyrinthine passion-fed Palace of love, from breathing rife With secrets of forbidden life. But not the sunlight, nor the stars, Nor any light but theirs alone, Nor iron masteries of Mars, Nor Saturn’s misconceiving zone, Nor any planet’s may be shown, Within the circle of the grove, Where burn the sanctities of love : Nor may th…
1906 · PDF PAGE 18
…desired above All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed, Knit in one soul in one delicious bed More hot than hell, more wicked than all things, Vast in our sin, whose unredeeming wings Rise o’er the world, and flap for lust of death, Eager as any one that travaileth ; So in our lust, the monstrous burden borne Heavy within the womb, we wait the morn Of its fulfilment. Thus eternity Wheels vain wings round us, who may never die But cling as hard as serpent’s wedlock is, One writhing glory, an immortal kiss. - THE BLOOD-LOTUS. THE ashen sky, too…
1905 · PDF PAGE 194
… drawn, this gem of power Shall guard thee in some unimagined hour. And then there “Shall my love not It hath strange virtue over mortal things. I freely give it for thy stirrup’s dower.”
1939 · PDF PAGE 63
…ne understands. The effect is simply additional evidence of what I have been saying all this time: that it is very little use discussing things; what is needed is continuous devotion to the practice. Love is the law, love under will.