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1898 · PDF PAGE 85

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A BALLAD OF PASSIVE PAEDERASTY 79 And wonder why I should refuse To feel their buttocks on the sly, And kiss their genitals, and cry : “ Ah ! Ganymede, grant me one night ! ” This is the one sweet mystery : A strong man’s love is my delight ! To feel him clamber on me, laid Prone on the couch of lust and shame, To feel him force me like a maid And his great sword within me flame, His breath as hot and quick as fame ; To kiss him and to clasp him tight ; This is my joy without a name, A strong man’s love is my delight. To feel again his love gro…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 116

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…linger loverwise, And drain our passion to the lees. ’ Tis Autumn. The belated dove Calls through the beeches, that bestir Themselves to kiss the skies above, As I will kiss with him and her. Leave us, sweet Autumn, to our love.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 111

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…ous cleft My fierce red pillar to the heft ! Suck deep the poison. Now I wis The sweet pollution of thy breath Was never so divine ! Thy Kiss ! Ah, sweet Lord Christ ! So sweet as this ! Ah, Christ ! Together ! Passion ! Death !

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1898 · PDF PAGE 127

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…vy splendour, and the dance Thy belly weaves, a triple hint Of Hell, and Algiers, and France ! Ah ! Judas-love ! this flask we’ll drain, Kiss hard—and so to bed again !

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1898 · PDF PAGE 123

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…throat, a tongue that tires My thirsty lips with its insatiate fires, While swart limbs soft and strong Grip my hot head, while thy lips kiss away With blood and foam the life from him thou wouldst not slay.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 45

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CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. 39 Cemented the unholy kiss Of barren age’s fruitless shame Your hell shall flame “ Seven times more hot, that ye may know My paths shall be most surely trod, That I who answer thus, who show Myself in wielding sword and rod, Am high Lord God ! ” Silent the voice, and through the nave And chancel droned the choir ; the sun Darkened, as Satan’s perjured slave, The priest, in blessing, made them one. The Deed was done.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 83

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…n skies are overcast, Came the soft breath of Love, that might not fade. O Love, whose magic whispers bind me fast, O Love, who hast the kiss of Love betrayed, Hide my poor blush beneath thy pinions vast, Since thou hast come, nor left me more a maid, At last.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 117

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…o mortal dress ; Whose glance—a fiery coal, Whose lips—a ruby bowl Whose wine was wickedness. They were strange lips, I ween, Whereon no kiss might be, And teeth were sharp therein ; Ivory and white and keen, Tameless as hungering sea. Strange body of my desire, Voluptuous, lithe, and wan ; For, on my eyes drawn nigher,

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1898 · PDF PAGE 37

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…e golden bands Forged in heaven without flaw or fleck. I know thine answer by these amorous hands That touch me thus to tempt me, by the kiss Whose sudden passion burns upon my neck Thy heart clings to me in perfect “ Yes ! ”

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1898 · PDF PAGE 128

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122 NECROPHILIA NECROPHILIA Void of the ecstasies of Art It were in life to have lain by thee, And felt thy kisses rain on me, And the hot beating of thy heart, When thy warm sweat should leave me cold, And my worn soul find out no bliss In the obscenities I kiss, And the things shameful that I hold. My nostrils sniff the luxury Of flesh decaying, bowels torn Of festive worms, like Venus, born Of entrails foaming like the sea. Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not ; And hast a strange desire begot In me, to l…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 91

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…s ; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a saviour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hours ;

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1898 · PDF PAGE 23

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…ets be seemly, but bright flame I choose for diadem ; I would let fall All crowns, all kingdoms, for one rhythmical Caress of thine, one kiss my soul to tame. You crown me king and queen ; I crown thee lover ! I bid thee hasten, nay, I plead with thee, Come in the thick dear darkness to my bed. Heed not my sighs, but eagerly uncover, As our mouths mingle, my sweet infamy, And rob thy lover of his maidenhead.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 101

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…blood are set, A vile imperishable coronet, To hound thee into hell ! God spits at thee The curse thy parents earned. Revenge be thine ! Kiss Lust, kill Truth, and worship at Sin’s shrine. And foul His face with dung—thy infamy !

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1898 · PDF PAGE 118

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… of gold, Yet where my lips caressed, In the wild dove’s wild nest A dove too soft to hold. No dove that Hylas knew, No dove that Sappho kissed, Nor in wide Heaven there grew This child of stranger dew Than God’s good spirit wist. Yet his wings bare him high, Divine beyond control, And, like for love to die, I felt his arrow fly Within my very soul. Ah Love ! the ambiguous kiss, Not man’s nor woman’s touch, In that ecstatic bliss— Not hell’s heat, as I wis, Had warmed us overmuch.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 24

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18 DÉDICACE Lie close ; no pity, but a little love. Kiss me but once and all my pain is paid. Hurt me or soothe, stretch out one limb above Like a strong man who would constrain a maid. Touch me ; I shudder and my lips turn back Over my shoulder if so be that thus My mouth may find thy mouth, if aught there lack To thy desire, till love is one with us. God ! I shall faint with pain, I hide my face For shame. I am disturbed, I cannot rise, I breathe hard with thy breath ; thy quick embrace Crushes ; thy teeth are agony—pain dies In deadly passio…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 84

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…an’s desire In one thing is no weariness— To feel the fury of the fire, And writhe within the close caress Of fierce embrace, and wanton kiss, And final nuptial done aright, How sweet a passion, shame, is this, A strong man’s love is my delight ! Free women cast a lustful eye On my gigantic charms, and seek By word and touch with me to lie, And vainly proffer cunt and cheek ; Then, angry, they miscall me weak, Till one, divining me aright, Points to her buttocks, whispers “ Greek ! ”— A strong man’s love is my delight ! Boys tempt my lips to wa…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 110

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…ight we meet unto— To consummate the angry bliss Of all excesses of delight ; The pain of this divine disease, The luxury of the obscene kiss, The carnal anguish, and the sight Of sore bloody breasts and thighs, The bright green river foamed with white, The horrid spasms of the night. Long have we lusted on this wise ; Now one delight, the last is left— Come, I will lick thine haggard eyes, And wallow on thee straddle-wise.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 130

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124 ‘ ‘ ² Åü¿Â ‘ ‘ ² Åü¿Â This is th’ abyss ! Implacable disease Springs from the black defilement of that kiss, That foul embrace that moulds these agonies. This is th’ abyss ! A serpent was my whore ; her hellish hiss, Her slaver venoms soul and strength ; life flees Repugnant from the corpse-caress. Ah, this Rots blood and body ; see, the liquor’s lees I drained, whose pangs are fierce with Syphilis. Christ God, damn soul, but quench the pain of these ! This is th’ abyss ! * * * This is th’ abyss. Behold wherein I lurk The lazar-house my m…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 93

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… and fire New murmured music on the lyre that throbs the horrors they create. Omniscient blossom ! Is thy red slack bosom fresher for my kiss ? Are thy loves sharper ? Hast thou bliss in all the sorrows of the dead ? Why art thou paler when the moon grows loftier in the troublous sky ? Why dost thou beat and heave when I press lips of fire, hell’s princeliest boon, To thy mad petals, green and gold like angels’ wings, when as a flood God’s essence fills them, and the blood throughout their web grows icy cold ? To thy red centre are my eyes held…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 100

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…assions in thy naked arms ; And, at that moment when thy breath mixes with mine, like wine, to call Each memory, one merged into all, to kiss, to sleep, to mate with death !

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