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…m 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 ! let …
1909 · PDF PAGE 46
…O fain To feel the murderous ardour of the priest Clutch at his throat, theurgic frenzy fly About the initiates of the Paschal feast And know it centred in the dim dead I Loosed by the pang — even thus you know it is, Even thus, when I invoke your harsh caress, Put up my mouth to your immortal kiss, Confess you for my lady and murderess — In mine own life-blood I exult to float Even as your white fangs fasten in my throat.
1909 · PDF PAGE 70
…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 74
…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 though her wine be death to him that drinks We shall carouse for ever in the tomb. We drank bull’s blood and all our pangs immense Are better than eupeptic innocence.
1909 · PDF PAGE 48
…e goal of love is gotten not of these White-blooded fools that haste and marry and tire. They grasp and break their bubble ecstasies; We know desire the secret of desire. We have the wisdom of the saints of old Who know that what divinely is begun Glows from dawn's grey to noon’s deliberate gold Darkens to crimson — and day's race is run. For us the glamour of the dawn suborning, We escape the enervating heat of noon : We hear Astarte for Adonis mourning, And close our lover’s calendar at June. Ah, Lola! but we suffer. Hell's own worm Aches les…
1909 · PDF PAGE 29
…raise my head To dream — your mouth achievesitsluscious rape — I fall back — you are on me — I am dead. Could it be better? For I surely know That you will follow me adown the deep When I lay pen and paper by, and go Into the ardent avenues of sleep : — There also we will drink the appeasing wine, Lola, my Lola, mystic maiden o’ mine! III The Hermit
1909 · PDF PAGE 21
XIV Behold! I have said. The destiny obscure Of this our deed obscure we shall not skry. We know " no happy end! — but we endure, Abiding as the Pole Star in the sky. You mix your life in mine — then soul in soul We shoot forth, meteors, travelling on and on Far beyond Space to some dark-glimmering goal Where never a sun or star hath risen or shone ; Where we shall be the evil light beyond time, Beyond space, beyond thought, supreme in deathless pang : Nor shall a sound tnvade that hall of crime, Only the champing of the insatiate fang Of the u…
1909 · PDF PAGE 69
…ll the “ King’’ — the British Public — say When they perceive their sorrow was my fun, Their Hecuba my mocking Brinvilliers? * I neither know nor care. What we have done We have done. Admit, though, you are rare and rich! This palely-wandering knight has found a flame Both merciless and beautiful, you witch! ' You play the game, and frankly, as a game! This is the hour of prattle — tell me true! I have never met another such. Have you? —113— .
1909 · PDF PAGE 61
XIV I‘or me therein shall you erect a statue Even as you know me with the mystic eyes Hungrily, hungrily a-gazing at you, Afeast upon 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 s…
1909 · PDF PAGE 43
…I How purely unexpected was the chance: When things looked blackest, ou asudden,thesun! Chance is another word for ignorance ; We do not know how all these things are done. But what has happened once may happen again, And” Hitherto the Lord hath helped us ”, dear: “History repeats itself” -—- which makes it plain That ’ Evermore the Lord will help us. " Fear And sorrow are folly; you must sleep o’ nights (Try reading me!) and I can promise you You will awake to more divine delights ‘Than ever in the world you guessed or knew. Stick to it! One f…
1909 · PDF PAGE 65
…I hate this hell of agony supine. You killed her yesterday ; kill me to-day; Let me not hang like Christ ! Now snap my spine: Surely you know the trick — when from your lips I see a thin chill stream of stark black blood Trickling, the stream ofhate that glows and grips My lesser life within 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 lip…
1909 · PDF PAGE 64
…eap upon a babe unweaned. — 102 — {Il Kiss me at least! We always were good friends — Kiss me for old times’ sake — Kiss me just once! I know this ends — as every sweet thing ends! But — say you are not angry! Ere you pounce, Forgive me! You could make me glad to die, I think, if you would only kill me kindly. Just one swift razor-stroke — cut low! — and I Would pass the portal happily and blindly, Yes! I would like to think the fountain sprang Straight from my throat and slaked your aching thirst, Shot to your hot red heart one red hot pang, T…