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…lood I see Sucked deep into your body, curling round Like fire in every artery and vein Massed in your heart, colossal and profound. Iam mad for you to brand me with the stain Of your own vice. Our souls, a murdering crew Of itching Mullahs, wallow, dervish-drunk. Love surges at the pang! Our poisonous dew Of sweat and kisses blinds us. A mad monk Kissing fanatically the cross that had Devecured his vitals is not half as mad! ~ ‘ys
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XII So in this agony of enforcéd silence The sober song breaks to a phrenzied scream ; The shattering brain admits the mad god’s violence, And wild things course as in an evil dream : Devils and dancers, druid rites and dread, Horrible symbols scarred across the sky, Invisible terrors of the quick and dead, Impossible phantoms in mad revelry Conjoined in spinthriae 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 tha…
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… should one slander you in idiot verse By speaking of the subtle seven-fold sweetness Your lips can answer me, all fate to amerce In one mad kiss in all its mad completeness? O Gods and Muses ! give me grace for this To match my wine for sweet with Lola’s kiss. VII AMfine. ’Tis impossible, but so it is. My mouth is Lola’s and my Lola’s mine When in the trance, the death we call a kiss, Earth is done down, and the immanent divine Exists! Impossible! no mortal yet Suffered such bliss from the all-envious gods ; Whence we may guess we are immortal…
1909 · PDF PAGE 37
…! 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
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…eech stammers — nature's God hath sunk Into some trivial place of the profound. But he who is drunk thereon is wholly sane, Being wholly mad; he moves with space-wide wings Sees not a world — engulphed in the inane! Nor needs a voice for speech, because he sings. What then of them who are most drunk together As you and I are, mystic maiden 0’ mine, Beyond Dionysus and his tedious tether, Beyond Kithairon and his topmost pine? Why, even now I am drunk who scribble amiss These lines, not thinking — save of your last kiss! XI So Lola! Lola! Lola! …
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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…
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…pays for rank Or do a thing they want to do till Monday; And fortune ! Ah, my Lola, I am dying Whence comes the universally-diffused And mad — or would God play me such a prank And steady popularity of Sunday. As to dictate such verse while you are crying? And yet I grumble ! avy other day Let me too weep, weep on! weep out my soul, I might receive a message from my Lola : Weep till the world of sense was wept away ” The siege is raised. Meet me as usual!’ Nay! And, dead, I reached you at the glimmering goal For me the sofa and Verlaine or Zola…
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…love. Strange cruelty, 4 ; They better had take care, I think. One da That who would die for you, sweet murderess, y * . ; . We shall go mad, and take ourseives away. Should find his comfort in your bitterness! 6 , _ 9g — — 39=
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…our purer manners! Attis—Abelard.— Thirst’ here clearly means unhallowed lust, since Attis and Abelard were both mutilated persons. What mad megalomania ! THE THAUMATURGE Horrible blasphemy of this adaptation of Job to their vile purposes! Ten bob. — Vulgarity must always go with wickedness, Christ is not only a saving but a refining influence. Wolf’s tail. — The Zodiacal Light, seen before dawn. I suppose that such a mixture of ribaldry, blasphemy, vulgarity, and obscenity, as this series of sonnets has never been known. But worse is to follow…
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4. 8. XII. 12. ALil. 1. 5-7. 10. II. XIV. ro. 6. 7. 8, 1[T, IV. 14, Runs amok. — Maddened by drink, these wretches run wildly through the streets, slaying all they meet until they themselves are slain, Only the gospel of Christ can save such. Yataghan. — The Afghan sword. The writer is evidently thinking of the ‘' Besse- mer converter ”, ‘“ The comedy is finished ”. A reference to Hamlet and the Players. Reference to Keats’ Belle Dame sans Merci. Blood-bought bastards. — Christians! O Saviour! what didst Thou come to save? Quoted from Arnold’s …