1911 · CLOSE READING
The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)
The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI) (1911), PDF p. 55
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THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON
Doth not the World's great Alchemist
Rule earth's alembic with the sun ?
Is not the mind a foolish mist,
And is not water one?
The slim white body that you gave,
Wild Jaja’, with exotic nautches
Wanton and wonderful, a wave
Of debonair debauches,
Is worth the virgin limbs and lips
Of her the virtuous, the viceless,
With life who never came to grips,
Who gave me nothing priceless.
Give me the purity distilled
From dervish sweat and satyr bruises.
The Holy Graal with wine is filled
From no unbroken cruses.
Doth not the World‘s great Alchemist
Corrupt His oysters to make pearls?
Shall not these lips praise Him?
They kissed
No cold reluctant girl’s.
Jaja’ hath woven the web of God
From threads of lust and laughter spun.
In heaven the rose is worth the rod ;
And love as water, One.
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