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…re pain. Here let life’s agony take hold enough Of all that lives: let partial tears for them Wake knowledge, brain-dissolving diadem Of white-hot woe upon the brows of love! D0
LE BAISER NFINITE delicacy in great strength Holds the white girl and draws her into love. All her lithe subtlety, her lovely length, Is sealed in the embrace about, above Her visible life. What mastery of repose, Compulsion of motion lurks for us therein. As we gaze back on Greece, as Nature glows, Simple and sacred, with no thought of sin, Yet born to trouble us, to fascinate. Here we are, back i’ th’ springtime of the earth; God above man; and above God, dire fate. Ancient cosmogony of peace and mirth! Careless, we careless, do invoke thy ri…
…rance will go Forlorn to Paphos, wrapt in urgent woe, Her hair funereal swathing her fallen form, Its wind-swept horror holding him; his white Torn body blushing through tempestuous night. So breaks the life in hell, the year in storm. 62
…here swim Tears of deep joy, deep anguish; love's first hymn Is choral in her ear’s young miracle. She knows the utmost now: what waters white She held from heaven’s crystal fountains; flight Of what celestial birds struck down:—Ah me! What god or demigod hath struck remorse Into that close-crouched, cold, and desolate corse, Wailing her violate virginity ? SY / I
…dfast on the sun To the fear folded in the robes of shame:— Lest he, to all the world plain victor, find Himself mere failure to his own white mind. 45
…vague untutored thought to love, and sees Himself exalted at the amber knees Of God the Father: his bowed forehead burns With chastity’s white star: no spirit yearns More keenly from the abyss; yet, God! are these Subtle star-sparks of spirit chastity’s? - These deep-set shiverings saint nor sage discerns ? Laughter and love are over him, entice His life to sweeter scent of sacrifice. She knows God’s will, not he! Her ardour licks Flowers from the dust. O fool! that, heavy of breath, Dost rot in worship at the shrine of death! O mystic rapture …
…ERNEL PRINTEMPS I HE eternal spring is in the heart of youth. They are nearest to the secret of the world, These lovers with their lithe white bodies curled Into the rhythm of a dance; the truth Is theirs that feel, not ours that idly see; Theirs that inhabit, and not ours that flee The intimate touch of love and think to sleuth By intellect all the scent of being, whirled In the wheel of time—roll back, slow years, and be A monument, a memory for me; That I may in their passion have a part, And feel their glory glow within my heart! II This ho…
…secret whisper of sweet life Shakes in the shell-ear murmurous memories Of the old wonder of young ecstasies In the first hours when the white word of wife She won so hardly out of dark wild strife And mystery of peace; thine utter ease, Abandoned rapture! Caught and cut by seas Of sudden wisdom, stinging as a knife Swift struck sets all the blood a-tingle. Woe! What wakes within? What holiest intimation Of intimate knowledge of the lords of nature? She sees her fate smile out on her, doth know Her weird of womanhood, her noble station Among th…