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Page 1 of 11909 · PDF PAGE 65
…n its sickening flood. Be pitiful, and end your cruelty ! Suck out the life of me, that I may die! an { O.f —— V O brooding vampire, why art thou arisen? Why art thou so unquiet in the tomb? Why hasthy corpse burst brilliant out of prison ? Whence get the lips their blood, the cheeks their bloom? Is there no garlic I may wear against thee ? No succour in the consecrated Host? ~ Nay, if thou slay not it is thou restrainst thee. I am the virgin, thou the Holy Ghost. There is no comfort nor defence nor peace From thee (and all thy malice) in the w…
1909 · PDF PAGE 5
…ays, indeed, a profound dramatic feeling — is to be found in these poems, Alas ! that we should be compelled to write the words! That an art essentially spiritual, an art dignified by the great names of Gascoigne Mackie, Chris- tina Rossetti, Alfred Tennyson, George Herbert, should here be prostituted to such “ ignoble use ”, Truly the corruption of the best is the lowest —- corruptio optimi pessima. Nor can one gleam of Hope, even in the infinite mercy of our loving Father, tinge with gold the leprous gloom of our outlook. These clouds without…
1909 · PDF PAGE 30
Lonely, o life, art thou when circumstance Occult or open keeps us twain apart! Lamenting through the dreary day there dance Anaemic thoughts; the bruised and bloodless heart Beats as if tired of life, as I am tired Who all these days have never seen your face, Nor touched the body that my soul desired, Nor have inhaled the perfume of the place That you make sweet —- black dogs of doubt and fear Howl at my heels while care plies whip and spur, Driving me down to the dull damned dead sphere Where is no sight or sound or scent of Her Our Lady Dia…
1909 · PDF PAGE 38
…f the wind, Out of the whirlwind did He answer me; Gird up thy loins now hike a man, and find If thou canst answer like a man to Me! Who art thou darkening counsel by thy word, And in thine ignorance accusing Them Who. ere thy prayer was formulated, heard And crowned it with its passion’s diadem ? Who isthe Son of Man, that We should mind him ? Or visit the vain virgin of his pleasance ? Yet ever as he went We stood behind him And conipassed her with Our continual presence? From the black whirlwind the most high God sayeth : Why did ye doubt, 0…
1909 · PDF PAGE 70
…feel. Recause the wheel revolves, forsooth, shall we Deny a top and bottom to the wheel? The Initiation I am the centre tco, and stand apart. Tam the All, who made the All, in All | Who ain, being Naught. 1 am the bloodbright Heart. Wreathed with the Snake, and chaos is their pall ‘Thou art as I; this mystery is ours. These blood-bought bastards of futility Can never know us, fair and free-born flowers. So they may say — they will — of you and me: '- These poets never know green cheese from chalk: ‘This is the sort of nonsense lovers talk.” Thy
1909 · PDF PAGE 61
…sses, The soul thereof exhaling scented dew Born in the utmost world where we in truth Abide like Bacchus with a Bassarid Drunk with our art, love, beauty, force and youth ; But place that head upon a pyramid Of snaky lightnings, lest — but that shall be Alwaysa secret between you and mie. —_ y i Or, an you will, evoke me as the Sphinx With lion’s claws, bull’s breast, and eagle’s wings ! You are my riddle, and the answer sinks Below the deep essential base of things, Rises above the utmost brim of thought And bubbles over as impatient song. Ye…
1909 · PDF PAGE 33
…, though it be a dream Or little more, a vision from the Maid~ That rules by Phlegethon's sepulchral streain. Nay ! it is more: by magic art compel (My soul!) my maiden’s body to appear Visible, tangible, enjoyable Even to the senses of the amorous seer, Whose demon ministers through the gulphs and glooms Convey his mistress 6n their meteor plumes. VIL? More, I will visit you, forlorn who lie Crying for lack of me; your very flesh Shall tingle with the touch of me as I Wrap you about with the ensorcelled mesh Of my fine body of fire: oh! you sh…
1909 · PDF PAGE 39
…d for us, Beating i’ the dust this consecrated brow, And answer Thee in broken murmur thus, That Iam altogether base and vile, That Thou art altogether good and great, That Thou hast given the guerdon grace for guile Even while I lifted up myself to Fate And cursed Thee. And from me who scorned to pray Thou hast rolled the sad sepulchral stone away. III On this wise : that by uttermost good Fortune I met you walking out in London city, Even when from Heaven I did not dareimportune Hardly to pass your house! The Gods took pity They whirled us in…
1909 · PDF PAGE 68
…sh 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,…