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Page 1 of 11909 · PDF PAGE 59
xX XI ro This is our truth, that only Nothing is, That is his truth that seems to sink supine a ; ) And Nothing is an universe of Bliss ; Into your bosom’s bliss, the scented snare, : That loves denote supernal ecstasies, Killed by your kisses shuddering in his spine And blinded 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 y…
1909 · PDF PAGE 18
…eary days. Supreme, abominable, rides our lust Armed in the panoply of brazen youth And strength, since, if we are Hell’s, Hell’s wormis Truth. IX Weare still young enough to take delight In wickedness for wickedness’ sole sake. Eve did not fall because she knew aright The fruit an apple, but the snake a snake. Nor shall we sink among the foolish throng That seek an end, but rise among the few Who do the strong thing because they are strong And care not why they do, so that they do. Therefore we wear our dread iniquity Even as an aureole, there…
1909 · PDF PAGE 20
…emeter eaten, The potion of black Dione distilled, The measure of Pan by whirling women beaten. These are but symbols, and our souls the truth; These sacraments, and we the gods of them ; The sabbath incense curls to us to soothe Our spleen, engarlands us, a diadem For that unutterable deed that hurled Us, flaming thunderbolts! against the world. — In ASIII There needs not ask the obscure oracle Whereto these dire imaginations tend. We read this sigil in the dust of Hell: ” The Gods have given for this no happy end. What end should we desire, w…
1909 · PDF PAGE 36
XII XIII Wherefore I duly will invoke the God For truth it is, my maiden, we have had Of Tears that he may mingle yours and mine, Already more than our fair share of pleasure. Water therewith Life’s unresponsive sod, The good god Dionysus ivy-clad And raise therefrom some sickly growth of vine Hath poured us out a draught of brimming measure. Whose grape shall yield a bitter draught of woe Let us then rather give the lustiest praise Fit for the assuaging of a deadlier thirst Our throats can sound than pray for further favour; Than Attis knew or…
1909 · PDF PAGE 61
…ring 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 shall be Alwaysa secret between you and mie. —_ y i Or, an you will, evoke me as the Sphinx With lion’s claws, bull’s breast, and eagle’s wings ! You are my riddle, and the answer sinks Below the deep essential base of things, Rises above the utmos…
1909 · PDF PAGE 41
…dent intentness of my cat-green eyes Flecked with red fire is like a potion mixed Straight out of Lethe, or divination lies. If there be truth in augury, your lips Fastened to mine should be a certain spell To put your memory ot me in eclipse: — In short, if all be true that sages tell, Two days of absence with roast beef and beer Will cure me of you perfectly, my dear!
1909 · PDF PAGE 32
…s quick as thought, and stood For by that sigh I knew the adorable PP asa oN : . And caught and kissed — what could the storm have dot.c Truth, that you wept in secret over me. ; . Worse than this sickening fog of solitude? Your silence was the dumb despair 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! …
1909 · PDF PAGE 6
… Both the characters in the story were per- sons of considerable education and position. On this account, and because a statement of the truth (however guarded) would have com- promised persons of high rank, and was in any case too disgusting to publish in the press, the tragedy has not — one is glad to say in these days of yellow prurience — become matter for public comment. But the wife of the man, driven to drink and prostitution by the inhuman cruelty of his mistress —- this modern worse than Lucrezia Borgia or Mdme de Brinvilhers — and the…