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VI You grind your tiny shoes into my face ; You roll upon the furs before the fire, Smiting and cursing in the devil’s race Whose goal and prize is Unassuaged Desire. You rub your naked hody against mine: You madden me by blows and bites and kisses ; You make me drunken with your stormy wine ; We swoon, we roll into unguessed abysses Of torture and of bliss ; we wake and yearn, Doing violence on ourselves — anon weare slain, Slain and reborn again to ache and burn : Aeon on aeon thunders through our brain. -—~ At last you see, my maiden? Kiss m…
1909 · PDF PAGE 67
…ou. O Sphinx! Gaze on! I can be silent too. IX Now then the pressure and the pain increase, And ever nearer grows the exulting rose Your face; and like a Malay with his kriss ° That runs amok your passion gleams and grows. It shakes me to the soul: by that you arestilled : You hold yourself together, like a man Stabbed to the heart, who, knowing he is killed, Lets his whole life out in his yataghan, ° And strikes one masterstroke. So now you breathe Close on my face; you strip me of defence; You sing in obscure words whose crownsenwreathe My fo…
1909 · PDF PAGE 30
…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 Dian, but where hag and witch Hecat bestrides her broom ~~ the bestial bitch!
1909 · PDF PAGE 56
…hat coruscates its jetted fire Into the infinite aether; this austere And noble countenance set fast in dire And royal wrath, this awful face of fear Before whose glance the ashen world grows grey, Crashes, and chaos crumbles all away.
1909 · PDF PAGE 31
…e's the daily sacrament, The glad devouring of your body and blood, Sweet soul of Christ, my Lola? I am rent Even as the demons from the face of God When they would peer into beatitude. I am barred from the incalculable bliss, The unutterable chrism, the soul’s food, Of you, your gaze, your word, your touch, your kiss O Gods, Fates, Fiends — whoever plays the Pope ! Lift up your curse — leave me not without hope! IT] My soul is like the savage upland plains Of utmost wretchedness in Tartary. No strength of sun, no fertilizing rains! Only a bitt…
1909 · PDF PAGE 36
…ht restore Beholding mortals, they are wroth to see All lovers (that invoke the sad cold stars) Tears ; they rejoice to see a proud glad face Unto good luck : then you and I once more Master of itself and of eternity. (Though still we were forbidden word and kiss) Let us, reflecting on how dear we love, Might find a certain happiness in this. Shew laughter and courage to the gods above ! — 46 — — 47=
1909 · PDF PAGE 72
I] First ; let us face the foemen, number them, Measure their arms! Who smiteth us? We wove In grove and garden many a diadem Dewy with all the purity of love. The Hermes of the orchard lets the string Slip from his finger, and the arrow speeds Striking our love beneath the flamy wing So that the héart of heaven breaks and bleeds. That poisoned shaft fed with corrupting germs Hath stricken us to earth : the wound corrodes, Breeding within us all its noisome worms, All the black larvae of the accurst abodes : — The virgin of our reed-shrill ecst…
1909 · PDF PAGE 57
…e There is a thing that is, apart from me? -- 88 -— VII I travelled; so the star. We neared; we saw Each other, knew each other; in your face Mine equal self with majesty and awe Abode; and thus we stayed for a great space. What was the manner of our countenance? I saw you seated, as a great lost God With blasphemy exulting in your glance And horror at your lips ; my soul was shod With glory, and your body bathed in glory, So that from out the uttermost abyss The very darkness churned itself to hoary And phosphor foam of agony and bliss. The au…
1909 · PDF PAGE 61
…pon our strange sad ecstasies. Make me the aching mouth parched-up with blisses The lips curled back, the breath desiring you, The whole face fragrant with your full free kisses, 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 e…
1909 · PDF PAGE 48
IV Spit in my face! I love you. Clench your fists And beat me! Still, | love you. Let your eyes Like fiery opals or mad amethysts Curse me! I love you. Let your anger rise cAnd with your teeth tear bleeding bits of flesh Out of my body — kill me if you can! T love you. I will have you fair and fresh, A maenad maiden maddening for a man. Ay ! you shall weary in the erotic craving ! Pil have you panting —aching to the marrow — Exhausted, but a maiden (Lesbia raving : " Catullus brings a song and not a sparrow "’) Famished with love, fed full with…