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Page 1 of 11909 · PDF PAGE 80
… foot upon the necks of our enemies, and to cast them out into the blackness of darkness for ever. This is quite unintelligible to me. I think this is what is called Echolalia, a sure sign of ‘degeneracy’; or, as I prefer to think, a wickedness which has gone, dreadful as it sounds to write, beyond the Infinite Mercy of God. “ I will send them strong delusicn, ” Oriflamme. — How obscene is all this sym- bolism! THE HERMIT Myrrh — musk. — The perfumes of Sorrow and of Lust. Many prostitutes scent themselves strongly with musk, the better to allu…
1909 · PDF PAGE 20
…he gain We have despoiled from everlasting time, Who gather sunshine from the iciest rain And turn the dullest prose to rhythm and rime? Think you we cannot warm our hands and laugh Fven at the fire that scatheth adamant? Think you we shall not knead the utmost chaff Into a bread worth Heaven's high sacrament And from the bitter dregs of Hell’s own wine Distil a liquor utterly divine?
1909 · PDF PAGE 69
XII Then closer, closer. No! — then stop — think well What is this wonder we awake. Now think We are cast down to the abyss of hell Or tremble upon heaven’s dizzy brink — Which? All’s the same. Go on. No — what is this? Why dally? To the hilt! Ah mine, ah mine! Kiss me — I cannot kiss you — kiss me! Kiss! Oh! God! Oh God! Forgive me; I am thine. -— Horses and chariots that champ and clang! The roar of blazing cressets that environ The form that fuses in the perfect pang. A blast of air thorough the molten iron— One scream of light. Creating sil…
1909 · PDF PAGE 64
… 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, Then left you cool and smiling as at first. I give you freely my heart's agony. But oh! oh! speak to me! do speak to me!
1909 · PDF PAGE 44
…the tull June flower And on their praises feed our proper kisses. For as you said '’ However kind the gods are, We could be kinder yet I think the odds are ”.
1909 · PDF PAGE 28
XII I think the hurt is healed, for (by the law That forms our being) you must suffer as I, Hunger as I, rejoice as I, withdraw Into the same far transcendental sky Of this initiated rapture. Hurt Of shame for me is past, beholding Gods Only a little part of me, and dirt Such as men fling and women paste, no odds. Moreover, by the subtle and austere Vintage we drain, albeit we drain the lees, There is no headache for the morning drear, No fluctuant in our tideless ecstasies — Whereby, o maiden o’ mine, the runic rime Tells me we have ree’d the …
1909 · PDF PAGE 32
…of hell; gees os Who can do worse than take away the sun? Who read it right read 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=