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White Stains
White Stains (1898), PDF p. 126
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LA JUIVE
The low dark hill, the storm, the star
That lit my bestial lupanar !
Her breasts are Golgotha to me !
Her lips, his dripping hands and feet !
Her secret-cinctured armoury
Of pleasures seems—how utter sweet !—
The gaping spear-wound in his side
Wherein I smote the Crucified !
Come, night ! dip, shadows ! Only let
One incense-flame burn red and low,
Regild the golden coronet,
Gleam on her nude lewd hips, and glow
On hours of weariless desire,
A bastard and infernal fire.
Smite me, my fiend-fair whore, nor spare
My raging hips, but wake again
The old desires ere I’m aware,
Joy more intense from cruel pain :
They say he hoped his crown to fix
By his delirious crucifix.
Yes, spare me not, red-lipped, low browed,
Large-featured animal I love :
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