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…ar, To them the Path of Truth is shewn ; right aspirations are their sphere ! An ill-thatched house is open to the mercy of the rain and wind. So passion hath the power to break into an unreflecting mind. A well-thatched house is proof against the fury of the rain and wind. So passion hath no power to break into a rightly-ordered mind. * Alternative reading !— Who is not free from dirty taint, and temperate and truthful ain’t, He should not wear the garment quaint that marks the Arahat of Saint.
1905 · PDF PAGE 143
…, unrestrained his senses (such an one we see), Immoderate in the food of sense, idle and void of energy , Him surely Mara overcomes, as wind throws down the feeble tree. Careless of passion, well restrained his senses, such an one we find Moderate in pleasure, faithful, great in mighty energy of mind , Him Mara shakes not ; are the hills thrown down by fury of the wind ? * Sodden—the habitual—who lives unrestrained, etc.
1905 · PDF PAGE 119
…arful truth—This is the house ! This is my old house on the marsh, and here, Here is the terror of the distant sea Moaning, and here the wind that wails, the drear Groans like a ghost’s, the desolate house of fear Whence I fled once from my great enemy— This is the house ! O speechless misery ! Here the great silver candlesticks illume The agèd book, the blackness blazoned o’er With golden characters and scarlet bloom Twined in the blue-tinged sigils wrought for doom, And dreadful names of necromancer’s lore Written therein : so stood my room b…
1905 · PDF PAGE 157
…ost dread ode That used to all the dead knights to their chief To the lone waters from the shadowy road. So deemed the weary Earl of the wind’s grief, And seemed to see about him form by form Like mighty wrecks, wave-shattered on a reef, Moulded and mastered by the shapeless storm A thousand figures of himself the mist Enlarged, distorted : yet without a qualm (So miserable was he) he mounted the last twist Of the path’s hate, and faced the wind, and saw The lead gleam to a surly amethyst As the sun dipped, and Night put forth a paw Like a blac…
1905 · PDF PAGE 87
82 THE STORM Even so draw me in life, O Mother, to thy breast ! Below the storm, below the wind, to the abiding rest ! That I may know thy purpose and understand thy ways : So, weeping always for the woe, also the love to praise ! The darkness falls intensely : no light invades the gloom. Stillness drops dew-like from the heaven’s unreverberant womb. Westward the ship is riding on the sable wings of night, I understand the darkness—why should I seek the light ?
1905 · PDF PAGE 164
…ipod the pale priestess moans Ambiguous destiny, divided fate. Sibylline oracles of woe create Roars as of beasts, majestic monotones Of wind, strong cries of elemental thrones, All sounds of mystery of the Pythian state ! O woman without change or joy or date I await thy oracle as the Delphian stone’s ! So thou to me : best lover of . . . Thou who art love and pity and clean art, Wearing a rosebud on thy blood-bright heart, A lily on thy brows ; I comprehend Thy mystic utterance : read its rune aright : For . . . , love ; for Aleister, delight…
1905 · PDF PAGE 151
…an men make many garlands, so, once born, A man a-many noble deeds by doing may his life adorn. Travels the scent of flowers against the wind ? Not Sandal, Taggara, nor Jasmine scent ! But the odour of the good doth so, the good pervadeth unto every element. When Sandal, Lotus, Taggara and Vassiki their odour rare Shed forth, their fragrant excellence is verily beyond compare.
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…woe thy chant should dazzle as of old, Thy kisses burn like molten gold, thy visions swing me to and fro. Strange fascinations whirl and wind about my spirit lying coils ; Thy charm enticeth, for the spoils of victory, all an evil mind. Thy perfume doth confound my thought, new longings echo, and I crave Doubtful liaisons with the grave and loves of Parthia for sport. I think perhaps no longer yet, but dream and lust for stranger things Than ever sucked the lips of kings, or fed the tears of Mahomet. Quaint carven vampire bats, unseen in curiou…
1905 · PDF PAGE 84
…M Written on the North Atlantic Ocean. IN the sorrow of the silence of the sunset, when the world’s heart sinks to sleep, And the waking wind arises from the wedding of the aether and the deep, There are perfumes through the saltness of the even ; there are hints of flowers afar ; And the God goes down lamented by the lonely vesper star. The monsters rise around us as we move in moving mist, Slow whales that swim as musing, and lo ! or ever we wist, Looms northward in the grey, mysterious ice, cathedral high, Clad in transparent clouds of cold,…
1905 · PDF PAGE 117
…ld and all so pleasant ! Glides No phantom creeping from the under sides Of the grey globe : no avatar of pain Gathering a body from the wind and rain. So the night fell, and gently grew the shades In firelight fancies taking idle form ; Often a flashing May-day ring of maids, Or like an army through resounding glades Glittering, with martial music, trumpet, shawm, Drum—so I build the echoes of the storm II2
1905 · PDF PAGE 156
…ily on. A crest caught rays Of that abominable sunset, sharp With needles of young pines, their tips ablaze. Their feet dead black ; the wind’s dark fingers warp To its own time their strings, a sombre mode Found by a ghost on a forgotten harp 151
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… estranges The love of the hills ! Nay ! death is a portal of passing To miseries other but sure. Yet the snow on the hills amassing The wind of an hour may endure ; But as day after day grows the summer The crystals melt one after one. The hill—shall they numb her ? Their frost overcome her ? Demand of the sun ! That uttermost death of my lady Revealed in the heart of the range Is as light in the groves long shady As peace in the halls of change. The web of the world is rended ; Stayed are the causal mills ; Time is ended ; space unextended. A…
1905 · PDF PAGE 134
… mighty wall of fears ; the dark wave rolls below. A tall swift ship on wings appears, a cataract of snow Plunging before the white east wind ; she meets the eager sea As forest green by thunder thinned meets fire’s emblazonry. 129
1905 · PDF PAGE 36
…red sigh ; No change of breast ; love’s posture perfectly Once gained, we change no more. The fever grows Hotter or cooler, as the night wind blows Fresh gusts of passion on the outer gate. But we, in waves of frenzy, concentrate Our thirsty mouths on that hot drinking cup, Whence we may never suck the nectar up Too often or too hard ; fresh fire invades Our furious veins, and the unquiet shades Of night make noises in the darkened room. Yet, did I raise my head, throughout the gloom 3I
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TRANSLATIONS FROM BAUDELAIRE 55 And all the carcase now sounded strange symphonies Like wind, or running water wan, Or grain that winnower shakes and turns, whene’er he plies With motion rhythmical his fan. The shapes effaced themselves ; no more their images Were aught but dreams, a sketch too slow To tint the canvas, that the artist finishes By memory that does not go. Behind the rocks a bitch unquietly gazed on Ourselves with eye of wrathful woe, Watching her time to return unto the skeleton For tit-bits that she had let go. Yet you are like…
1905 · PDF PAGE 132
…I saw them pass : and ever closer bent The lady and the lover ; ever slower Moved the light craft, and lower Murmured the waters and the wind complained ; And ever the moon waned ; Not wheeling round the world, But subtly curved an curled
1905 · PDF PAGE 175
…birth. But by noise of the world unshaken, By dance of the world not bedinned, The hill bides forsaken, yet only to waken Her lover, the wind.
1905 · PDF PAGE 120
…rows ? God ! God ! Indeed, indeed this is the house ! The candles sputtered and went out. I stood Fettered by fear, and heard the lonely wind Lament across the marsh. A frenzied flood Of hate and loathing swept across my mood, And with a shudder I flung the door to. Mind And body sank a huddled wreck behind. Nought stirred. Draws hither the grim doom of Fate ? A long, long, while. Now—in the central core Of my own room what accents of keen hate Triumphant malice, mockery satiate, Rings in the voice above the storm’s wild roar ? It cries “ Open …
1905 · PDF PAGE 100
…an wine. Come, sister, come ; come, lonely queen of breath ! Here are the lustres and the flames of death.” Hence I was whirled, as in a wind of light, Out to the fragrance of a loftier air, A keener scent, and rising unaware Out of the Palace of Luxurious Night, I came to where the Gate of Heaven shone, Battled with comet and with meteor. Behold within that crested House of War, One central glory of a sapphire stone, Whereon there breathed a sense, a mist, a sun ! I stood and laughed upon the Ancient One. For He was silent as my body’s kiss, A…
1905 · PDF PAGE 64
…w a wink. “ Let us at leisure view this caricature, This shade of Hamlet mimicking his posture, The doubting look and hair flung wide to wind ! A pity, eh ? to see this merry hind, This beggar, actor out of work, this droll, Because he plays artistically his rôle, Wishing to interest in his chanted woes Brooks, eagles, crickets, every flower that blows, And even to us the rubric old who made To howl out publicly his wild tirad ? ” I could have (for my pride is mountains high, And dominates cloud tops or demon’s cry)— I could have simply turned …