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Page 1 of 11909 · PDF PAGE 76
…not the gods awaiting to annul With Lethe the last flicker of the fire? Ay, let us kiss, my darling; let us twitch For the last time the flesh against the flesh, Before the coming of the lovely witch That shall excite our sleepy souls afresh, Anointing us with subtle drugs and suave, Vit for the grave, for love beyond the grave! -—— 126 — Xl Yor the last time, my Lola! Still the name Fills me with music, echoing afar Faint, like the rapture of some ghostly flame Rejoicing in some lone secreted star Beyond the visible heaven. Come to me! Come cl…
1909 · PDF PAGE 72
…tasies Raped by the stinking satyr of disease! -— 18— ! Il! I who have loved you — shall I love you now, Your teeth dropt out, your fair flesh fallen away, The Crown of Venus on your itching brow, The coppery flush, the leprous scurf of grey? The god that rots the Ifving flesh of man Fills up your mouth — one ulcer — with his groans And all our blessings choke and turn to ban The beast that gnaws the marrow of our bones. Caught in corrupt caresses of disease, Shali we dispute us with his fervour, fain To woo with sores your turbid arteries And …
1909 · PDF PAGE 49
… murder carry on We should drink poison and awake in hell ; Or being but mortal, or nearly mortal, yield Exhausted spirit to the clamant flesh: The book of common love should be unsealed, And we be caught within the common mesh That catches common folk. O God ! bite hard! Smite down rebellious flesh with hideous pain ! Bite hard ! Smite hard! By bruises scarred and marred Love this exultant face! Again! Again! O Lola ! Lola! Lola! Kiss me, Kiss! Nay — nay ! Kiss not! I cannot bear the bliss.
1909 · PDF PAGE 47
…Whose passion rides me like a steed and stings. Like to a wounded snake infuriated With pain, you drive your reeking kisses home Into my flesh, their poisonous frenzy mated With this delirious anguish, bitter foam Of storm on some innavigable sea. Whip, whip me till I burn! Whip on! Whip on ! Is it not madness that you wake in me? Is not this curse the devil’s orison? Ah, devil! devil! when you grip me and glare Into mine eyes, and answer all the prayer! Il A virgin with the lusts of Messaline, A goat-soul in the body of a saint, You writhe on …
1909 · PDF PAGE 74
… failure’. Was it? Fools! our worst boredom was a loftier thrill Than alf you ever felt — or ever will. 122 — Vil If we are weary, it is flesh that faints. We cannot bear such worlds of happiness. Even in this torture that consumes and taints, We writhe in bliss, one terrible caress Of the great Gods of Hell. Ah! surely, dear, Our way is wise, transcending human woe: We are most happy and of great good cheer. What do we know? It matters net. We know, This is enough, that we have slain the Sphinx, Worked out her wizardry, dissolved her doom; And…
1909 · PDF PAGE 75
VILt Ah! if flesh fails, may we not also fail? May not the vulture liars gather round Our death-beds, and drone out their dismal tale With drawl and whine, the Galilean sound Of snuffle and twang ? May not their stinking souls Interpret our last sighs as penitence When we close up the coruscating scrolls Of our life's joy, seal up the jar of sense To broach the starry flagon — splendid spilth? These creeping cravens shall be circumvented; They shall not belch their flatulence and filth On us, or tell the world that we repented. Come, as we stra…
1909 · PDF PAGE 33
…phs 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 shall feel My kisses on your mouth like living coals, And piercing like an arrow of barbéd stecl The arcane caress that shall unite our souls. Till, when I see you next, I shall have doubt Whether your pallor be from love distressed Or from the exhaustion of the age-long bout Of love you had o…
1909 · PDF PAGE 48
…ou. 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 love, your soul Still on the threshold of the unenvied goal, - 70 on The goal…
1909 · PDF PAGE 68
x You close on me; by God, you breed in me! My flesh 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 i…
1909 · PDF PAGE 66
VI Am I not beautiful? Your lithe mouth twitches As if already you were glutted on This fair firm flesh that fears you and yet itches —- You know it — for some master malison. Perhaps you mean to let me go? Ah sweet ! How seven times sweet if you will let me go — Oh! Oh! I want to worship at your feet. Why do you stab me with a smiling ‘‘ No”? Say ‘‘ no” at least — to see you sitting there So dumb is madness — why then, let me go! I will —- and you sit quiet — did you dare? To everything the answer still is ‘ No! ” You coward! Coward! Coward ! …
1909 · PDF PAGE 64
…— I was so strong I might have bid you die With one swift arrow from my quiver, song. Now you are over me; you hold me here; You grip my flesh till bleeding bruises start; You threaten me with — can I name the fear ? IT always knew you never had a heart. God! whoamI1? My Lola, speak tome! Tell me you love me; tell me — Lam dazed With something terrible and strange I see Even in the mouth that kissed, the lips that praised. You leer above me like a brooding fiend Waiting to leap upon a babe unweaned. — 102 — {Il Kiss me at least! We always were …
1909 · PDF PAGE 7
Strand, the one an unfortunate of the lowest order, the other a loafer and parasite upon the ghouls that traffic in human flesh and shame. Thus we see evil reproducing itself, spreading like an incurable cancer throughout society from one germ ofinfidelity and unhallowed lust. I may perhaps be blamed for publishing, even in this limited measure, such filthy and blas- phemous orgies of human speech (save the mark) but I am firmly resolved (and I believe that I have the blessing of God on my work) toawake my fellow-workers in the great vineyard t…