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Even as the holy Rathat travelleth Within his bark upon the firmament, Looking with fire-keen evvs on life and death In simple state and cardinal content : Even as the holy hawk that towers sublime Into the great abyss, with icy gaze Fronting the calm immensities of time And making space to shudder; so I praise With infinite contempt the joyous world That I have figured in this brain of mine. The sails of this life’s argosy are furled; The anchor drops in those abodes divine. Master of self and God, freewill and Fate. [ am alone — at last — to …
1909 · PDF PAGE 52
…of bestial form, Human-faced toads, and serpent-headed women, All lashed and slashed by the all-wandering storm Caricature of all things holy and human — —- Such are the discords that absolve the strain As this wild threnody dissolves the brain. XIII Forgive me, o my holy and happy maid, Lola, sweet Lola, for the imagination Of all things monstrous that your soul dismayed Reads on the palimpsest of my elation. Simple and sweet and chaste our love is ever, And these its wild and mystic characters That rage and storm in impotent endeavour To unve…
1909 · PDF PAGE 81
…- Only a Latin dictionary can unveil the loathsome horror of this filthy word, — Impossible to comment on this shocking ‘sin against the Holy Ghost’ To compare the very Spirit or Breath of God to — Oh, Lord, how long? Basilisk. — a fabulous creature that slew all that it looked upon. Lingam. — The Hindu God(') — the male organ of generation. Yoni — Its feminine equivalent. That the poor Hindus should worship these shameful things! And we? Qh how poor and inade- quate is all our missionary effort! Let us send out more, and yet more, to our peris…
1909 · PDF PAGE 45
…kiss and sacred reverence ! I love you better and I love you more Daily, and whether you are hither or hence. I adore you as I adore the holy ones That do abide exalted in their shrine Starry beyond mere splendour of stars and suns, Drunken beyond mere Dionysian wine. Thus do I hold you; thus F pray you hold Me as a secret and a blessed chrism That you have gained to adorn your house ofgold By some strange silent sacred exorcism. You have said 'I love you' — sacraments are true ~ I exchange the salutation. I love you The Black Mass
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…ch other! let them meditate Awhile on that glad cry, and you will see How they consult, and smile, and hint to fate That none can mar so holy a destiny. We love each other! loud and glad ; let heaven zind all the gods be deafened! Sing, O sing! We love each other! through the storm-cloud riven Let the wild anthem of our triumph ring! Hark! the glad chorus as we drag the stars In chains behind our mad colossal cars ! — 48 — IV The Thaumaturge
1909 · PDF PAGE 56
… and men send up a fragrant steam To me, who am ? Shall shriek of pythoness Or wail of augur move this dreadful dream To some less melancholy consciousness ? I have created men, who made them gods Of their own excrements, and worshipped them. I cannot match these calculating clods Vho twist themselves a faecal diadem From all the thorny thoughts that plague them mast ; Break wind, and cali upon the Holy Ghost. ~ Yet I abide; for who is Pan is all. He hath no refuge in deceitful death. What soul is immanent may never fall; What soul is Breath ca…
1909 · PDF PAGE 58
… So presently, most solemnly and slowly, Our fingers touched and caught ; our lipsreached forth And with a conscious purpose smote their holy Lives into one, and loosed their common wrath. Unto the ends of our dead universe Their frenzy rolled; henceforth no prince or power Should lift the sterile strength of that one curse Even to bring one thought to birth one hour. For now we knew; ” it is a lonely thing To sit supreme upon the single throne; ” But being come thus far, goes glittering: " It is a lovely thing to be alone! ” Silence! Beware to…
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… wide and fain For lover to hold intercourse with lover. Ah! we were owls of dusk to doubt the light, Bats to mistrust the Wolf's tail’s holy warning: ’’ Sorrow endureth maybe for a night, But joy most surely cometh in the morning ”. Joy, ay! what joy poured straight from the high treasure, The inexhaustible treasure of delight The gods have poured us, pouring overmeasure Because we love with all our life and might. Believe me, it is better than ali prayers To show the gods our love surpasses theirs !
1909 · PDF PAGE 59
…nded in the bowers of your hair ! And saintship lurks in the colossal kiss. And blinded in the bower ook. . Loves are the letters of the holy word This is his truth, who seems to writhe and sob . . That contradicts the curse ’ Let Being be!” Beneath the earthquake pangs of your caress, . . Since all things, even one thing, are absurd ; Whose heart burns out in one volcanic throb, — And no thing is the utmost ecstasy. Whose life is eaten up of nothingness. This is his truth, and yours, that seem to be Mere beauteous bodies gripped in epicene And…
1909 · PDF PAGE 55
…ments of thought, But none is equal; this high head is bowed In vain to the wise God it would have wrought, Had not — Who sitteth on the Holy Throne Thereby must make himself to be alone. II] See! to be God is to be lost to’God. That which I cling to is my proper essence; Nor is there aught at any period That may endure the horror of my presence. I conjure up dim gods; how frail and thin! How fast they slip from this appalling level! This is the wage of the fellatrix Sin Drunk on the icy death-sperm of the Devil. I were a maniac did I contempla…
1909 · PDF PAGE 24
…great moon-crested waterfall With hammering heart. ’Tis like the rain of dew That quires to the angel stars. ’Tis like a bell Rung by an holy anchoret to summon Out of the labyrinths of heaven and hell Some grave, majestic, and deep-breasted woman To bring her naked body shining, shining With flowers of heaven or flames of Phlegethon Into his hermit cell, her love entwining Into his life with spells that murmur on Black words! For one thing be you sure the same My wine is as the music of your name! Marden. Believe me, mystic maiden 0’ mine, Tha…
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… lovely nun accurst Devour us also. Gods enjoy the savour Who beats her breast upon the convent bars, Of Man's thanksgiving ; from their holy place Even so you suffer : let its draught 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 coura…
1909 · PDF PAGE 16
…lust more spiritual than life, that stings Till death and hell dissolve i’ the aftergust. So? But the Gods avert their faces, bend Their holy brows, and see — no-happy end.
1909 · PDF PAGE 23
… of her sad garden, cold and clear And something overbitter and oversweet ? Or in the rout of Dionysus did Some Bassarid prophesy in her holy heat On such a draught as I for you have hid In this the Graal of mine enchaunted shrine To pour for you, o mystic maiden o’ mine?
1909 · PDF PAGE 68
…less 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, awake to live — to laugh! — 10 — Al Even to the end of all must I resist. New deaths, new births, each minute …
1909 · PDF PAGE 65
…ay 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 world : Thou sittest through the aching centuries Like the old serpent in his horror curled Ready to strike, strike home —and yet not striking Till thou hast lipped the victim to thy liking!
1909 · PDF PAGE 82
…propor- tion of the skull and the neck. See Bever- land “ Draped Virginity ”. Poor, poor deluded victims of Satan! If they only knew the holy joy of even the least of Jesu’s lambs! Bull’s blood. — Supposed to be a poison by the ancients. Thus Themistocles is said to have died. Cypress. — Symbol of death. Acacia. — Symbol of resurrection, The poppy-fields. — They killed themselves with laudanum. Yahoos. — See Swift’s Voyage to Laputa, It is to be feared that the mad Dean intended to satirize mankind, the race for which the Lord of Giory died! Xa…