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Page 1 of 11907 · PDF PAGE 92
FEMMES DAMNEES ISS me, O sister, kiss me down to death! The purple of the passionate hour is flaked With notes of gold: there swim desires unslaked, Impossible raptures of expostulate breath. The marble heaves with longing; hungereth The mouth half-open for the unawaked Mouth of the baby blossom, where there ached Never till now the parched sweet song that saith: “ Ah! through the grace of languor and the glow Of form steals sunset flaming on the snow! Darkness shall follow as love wakeneth In moonlight, and the flower, chaste love, now bloom F…
1907 · PDF PAGE 57
…oy and misery ten score, For all his work’s complaint; I think that He, Twitching His fearful fingers, may let loose This answer: Thus a kiss I brought to being Which by no other way were possible. Measure, O man! Balance with eyes true seeing If I were right or no to have made Hell! Then would He stand forgiven—nay! acquitted! I, as I look on this tight coil of bliss, Swift clasp of Rodin’s magical mind love-witted, See all creation fade; abide, one kiss. Then to my own soul’s bow this shaft be fitted; Thank God for all, seeing that all is thi…
1907 · PDF PAGE 100
LE CYCLOPS SURPREND ACIS ET GALATHEE OILED in the hollow of the rock they kiss, Rolled in one sphere of rapture; looks intense With love, and laughter shapen of innocence! They cling, and close, and overhang the abyss. But over them! What monster, then, is this Crouched for his spring, gross muscles nude and tense, Bulged eyeballs ready for the rape, immense In hate, the imminent spectre? He it is, The Cyclops. Ay! thought Zeus, and what of that? Were it not well for love, in red rough maw Swift crunched, to expiate my eldest law? Better, far b…
1907 · PDF PAGE 81
…akening bliss That catches him, from the inane above Hurled—nay, drawn down! What uttermost delight Dawns in that death! Icarus and Gaia kiss. 1 Called “ Fille d’Icare”’ by the distinguished anatomists, priceless idiots, and pragmatical precisians, who see nothing but a block of marble in this most spiritual of Rodin’s masterpieces. 53
1907 · PDF PAGE 51
…e, we love. Turn to me, love! lie close and breathe There 18 no shadow above, The smooth waves of the wind! No ghost below: we are here. Kiss! Kise! The zephyr in thy locks I'll wreathe, For ever. Who would have believed, have thought The breeze entwined. of this? Outside is nothing. Let what will uproll, Within all’s certain. Are we not aware | (Who see the hand) what brain must know—and care? What wisdom formed the racers, find a goal? Careless and confident, let us love on. Life, one or many, rises from a seed, Sprouts, blooms, bears fruit, …