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Page 1 of 11907 · PDF PAGE 74
LE PENSEUR LIND agony of thought! Who turns his pen Or brush or lyre to Art, shall see in this The symbol of his battle against men For men, the picture of the torturing bliss Of his necessity: sits clutched and closed Into himself the adept of wizard thought. Gripped in his own embrace he sits: keen-nosed The invisible bloodhounds ache upon the slot! Soon, soon they are on him: soon the fangs of hate, The sharp teeth of the infinite are in him! Shall love, or fame, or gold, those pangs abate? What siren with smooth voice and breast shall win h…
1907 · PDF PAGE 40
For, mark you! babes are ware of wiser things, And hold more arcane matters in their mild Cabochon eyes than men are ware of yet. Therefore have poets, lest they should forget, Likened the little sages unto kings. But look! the baby whispers—hush! Nay! nay! We shall disturb them loving—come away! 24
1907 · PDF PAGE 102
…ace; magnificence! no less. Ay! thou shalt drink the hemlock; thou shalt suffer And die for self respect, for love of others! To-day are men indissolubly brothers? Is my life smoother than the Greek’s or rougher? The Greek at least shall stead me in my craft. Crucify Crowley! Nay, my friends! the draught. 66
1907 · PDF PAGE 101
OCTAVE MIRBEAU RUTAL refinement of deep-seated vice Carves the coarse features in a sentient mould. The gardens,’ that were soft with flowers and gold And sickening with murder of lust to entice The insane to filthier raptures, carrion spice Of ordure for perfume, bloom there, fixed bold By the calm of the Master, god-like to behold The horror with firm chisel and glance of ice. Ay! and the petty and the sordid soul, A servile whore’s deformed debauchery,? Grins from the image. Let posterity From Rodin’s art guess Mirbeau’s heart, extol The let…
1907 · PDF PAGE 37
… but more so, she sits, to blot Intelligence out of my brain, conceit from my ken; And I class myself, idle and vain, with the newspaper men. 21
1907 · PDF PAGE 32
… tune, or hymn the light, Their vision of the world refined By mastery of superior sight: Honour their might! the gain have these Of all men’s woes and ecstasies! High soul; no benediction seek From any spirit but our own! Crown not the mighty with the weak! The Tower be a Tower, and not a Throne! In man-carved stone the endless coil Arise untopped, the Tower of Toil! 18