Konx Om Pax

84 KONX OM PAX For you in heaven shall bloom and burgeon, And I in hell shall bowl and groan. Ahl God is an unskilful surgeon; We both shall weep to be alone! For we are one and may not part; And though we hurt, we love, believe mel Nor would I in my inmost heart 0f one of all your stabs bereave me. No man can hurt the indifferent stranger, No woman wound the casual friend. There is a glory born of danger; What anger gat, desire may end. Give me the phrenzy of your lip! My heart accepts your usurpature. Your body leaps beneath the whip; Our pain is in love’s very nature. It is enough. The woe is over, The woe begins; the vial brims, And all the anguish of your lover And you is hidden in wrestling limbs. Drain the black cup of bruiséd bloodl Its bitter shall beget devotion, And Bacchus sweep its frenzied flood Into the Eleusinian oceanl Certainly, the plane is very low indeed. We hardly came here to learn thatl said Basil indignantly. We all know that cold-blooded murder (even) may become a duty—witness Hodson and the pistolling of the Delhi Princesl His brother laughed: I don’t know about duty, but to murder you in cold blood would be a pleasure.