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You close on me; by God, you breed in me!
My flesh corrupt is tingling with the kiss
Of myriads, like the innumerable sea
In waves of life that feeds its boundless bliss
On the eroded earth. These are your thoughts,
Your living thoughts that throng my stagnant veins!
Your jackals howl among the holy courts;
Your monster brood of devils in my brains
T.aughs; oh! they feast on my decaying blood;
They gnaw the last sweet morsel from my bones. —
As on the parched-up earth there flames the flood
Of the monsoon, black dust and barren stones
[.eap into green, so I whose epitaph
Your passion writes, awake to live — to laugh!
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Al
Even to the end of all must I resist.
New deaths, new births, each minute bolling oyer.
I can go on for ever, an you list —
Now, now! O no! I will not. O my lover!
Spare me! Enough! Take pity! Mutely moans
Your mouth in little sobs and calls and cries
And catches of the breath, whose bliss atones
In once for all the long-drawn agonies.
Now that the pain swings over into pleasure,
Now that the union which is death is done,
The wine of bliss roils out in brimming measure.
The moon is dead — all glory to the Sun!
Now, now! Oh no! Oh no! I penetrate —
I pierce. Enough. God! God! how Thou art great!
—- TIE
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