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THE RED STAR. 45 IST SATYR O the rich red blood that swims on Over all the malachite ! 2ND SATYR Ah ! the banquet gold and crimson Like the sun afeast at night ! ALEXANDER Out of the fume of the blood arise Two lithe nymphs with amethyst eyes, Sparkling with the wanton pleasure That their small and laughing scarlet Mouths betrayed, as overmeasure Bubbled out the dancing harlot Music of them, snaky slim, Panther-smooth and light of limb Wreathed with wealth of mystic berry, As they leap, divinely drunken On the very blood that gat them, Insolent…
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…LD’S TRAGEDY. THE CHILD Oh mamma ! mamma ! 2ND SATYR Ha ! what a man ! With a sweep he has severed the lamb-soft throat, And the crimson blood in his cheeks afloat Flames, an irradiate blaze to environ Etna with mountains of molten iron. ALEXANDER Pan ! o Pan ! dissolve in bliss ! Take these severed lips to kiss ! Thou and I are partners of This, the sacrament of love. By the violate babe’s blue eyes, By his sucked-out arteries, By the blood-bedabbled gold, By the body void and cold, Make me partner of thy power Over this obscurest hour !
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46 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Ah ! my pan, if blood suffice, Crush the world as in a vice ! IST NYMPH King of kings, the world shall bleed In the vilest vice of vices. 2ND NYMPH While the riddle thou hast ree’d Mocks them with its “ Blood suffices ”. ALEXANDER Know ye, bright ones, who I am ? I have slain a thing adored At this altar to its Lord, As a butcher kills a lamb. IST NYMPH That shall be — thou rightly fearest — Till the Balance weigh the Ram. 2ND NYMPH Men shall even slay their dearest For the sake of that slain lamb.
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THE BLUE DWARF. 79 All a pirate’s hoarded store From the islands of the West Gathered far with blood and tears For three score and seven years. All this wealth of virgin gold This thy babe shall helt and hold. He shall buy the souls of priests ; Forge men chains, and make them beasts ; Give the carrion soldier meat, And corrupt the judgment-seat. With it he shall seethe the snake Of his faith in fire-hot blood ; Hurt the humble, strew the stake With the faggots ; gild the rood That for many a year shall brand With its blight full many a land. C…
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… When the Roman virtue sleeps ! AGRIPPA Death, man ! See the tide that sweeps From his side, a pinkish flood Of foaming water mixed with blood. It swells; it washes all the hill —
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… persuades. — This deathly light, these foul grey shades ! PUBLIUS Portending little enough of good To Rome, that beats with our heart’s blood. See how dejected on their spears The guard lean ! AGRIPPA Rather a thousand years Of strife than this black peace. Accurst I know this night shall be. ISSA I thirst. AGRIPPA Give him to drink ! PUBLIUS How strange a fate ! Those noble eyes irradiate This leprous luster.
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THE WHITE WIND. 69 THE CENTURION The brazenest whore in Syria, I dare swear ! PUBLIUS Look at the blood ! A very Hymen flare ! THE CENTURION New meat to-night. She hath acquired the taste. Come, friends, enjoy her. Have we time to waste ? I heard the cock crow. He embraces her rudely. PUBLIUS Let it crow for her ! One by one they defile her. MIRIAM Scarce forty ! Yet the dawn begins to stir : The Wolf’s tail blots my star. At last I strain Some strength that strains my body back again. THE CENTURION Enough, lads ! If she breed not, at my peril …
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…ream chills the blue air, Draw the curved steel along The snow-pure throat ! Hold the bright hair Firm in one swarthy grip ; And ere the blood leap strong Suck with insensate lip That wine of Pan ! Ah, drink ! Great king — as if the brink Of Ganymede’s own cup flowed over,
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…ure. Hark ! the lake Stirs in its sleep ; the ripples shake. — Oh for the wind ! Here naked will I lie And let its coolness bite into my blood.
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THE RED STAR. 55 Each in its emerald pavilion Like the death-god’s majesty Burning his ensanguine pain In my blood, my heart, my brain. Yea ! with the scent of myrrh And musk, and oliban, and strange perfumes Begotten in pre-natal glooms When all was — what ? with infinite ambergris The excellent kiss Of Pan enshrouds me and invades. See how the night-borne shades Darken the grove ! There is no moon to-night The foul red star blots out the stars. So, Pan, thy love That brooks not any light Shall brand its shameful scars Even on this flesh — thi…
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…sweet as the soul of a brown maid Brought from the forenoon’s archipelago, Her brows bound bright with many a scarlet blossom — Like the blood of the slain that flowered free When we met the black men knee to knee ! ALEXANDER Brothers, how found you me ?
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56 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Now still I stand entranced And the faint fires that danced Before the sunset like a vivid crown Of blood upon thine head, (O thou severe And strong, my lover, my delight !) Have all died down ; And in the darkness, clear As the dawn’s transient light Are thy lips, live at last ; Thine eyes, aflame at the red holocaust Of me thou gloatest over. See, I draw close, (O vital, murder-loving lover !) And all my being flows In a flood to my lips, and I kiss kiss kiss Madly, madly kiss, Out of rhythm, out of rime, Out of space,…
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…rought Into the royal vesture of the globe. I am the Empress of the City of Sin, Wrapped in its purple robe Stained with mine own maid’s blood. Yea ! for all glorious within Am I, most like the daughter of a king, Voluptuously languishing Like a great queen afloat upon the flood In gilded barge
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…erchants, hags and beasts, Lawyers, doctors, artizans, Whores and theologians ! All my life misunderstood Built in slime and nursed with blood ! This my death divinely hallows Boot and rack, stake and gallows. Strong men crushed beneath my domes, Children tortured in my homes, Women tricked and raked and herded
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…lf its loveliness transplant To a flawless field whose grace should grant Life to that bright inhabitant. ISSA These eyes are blind with blood and tears ; They strain across the doubtful years ; They search the stars : the earth they scan ; All, all spells Misery to Man. Of whom I am. First, fables gross and foul Hooted and hissed by human snake and owl About me, twisted into doleful engines Of greed, hate, envy, jealousy and vengeance.
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…ong the sands of a strange river. How my breast pants ! How my sides quiver ! Surely the breath of God is bubbling in These veins, their blood that held its calm discourse Lit with electric force By Him for whom I have done sin, Sin grievous against every part To purge the whole through to the heart. And lo ! thine eyes that dazzle me Like peacock’s fans with many a million Eyes of azure and vermilion
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…d The truth that some strange fate threatens the world ? That Art and Love and Beauty, to renew Their glory, must be bathed in their own blood ? But who shall understand the Soul of Pan ? Involved in All and still apart from All ! For steeped therein as I am all my life, I know but exquisite beatitude, Knowing the whole, Then who shall know or care What may befall the part ? One must remain ; Many must change. Then all is well. The strife Is but the ferment of the forward still Immune from grief, intolerant of ill, Fronting the double foe — of …
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…! Now I repent This mine adventure ; I must creep, creep in — I fear the night — oh day — day — come, sweet day ! Best was thy spur, the bloodied silver ache That stings me like a snake, The itch of blood, the shapeless thing that nestles Between my baby breasts, The lion lust that wrestles With mine own soul — I understand so little — Nay ! not the tiniest tittle ! All that I know is this — the pangs consume
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…ike a stone from the stars : Space is a chaos of broken bars : Being is merged in a furious flood That rages and hisses and foams in the blood. See ! I am dead ! I am passed, I am passed Out of the sensible world at-last. I am not. Yet I am, as I never was, A drop in the sphere of molten glass Whose radiance changes and shifts and drapes The infinite soul in finite shapes. There is light, there is life, there is love, there is sense
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…Goth) Till all the flesh was ripped From her olive back — she looked like a dead camel When a man frightens off the kites ; And her rich blood came all afroth To her lips’ vermeil enamel — The lips that I had kissed ! And still she would persist. You see, she had her rights ; For here am I come — a feast I had not missed Willingly, for a thousand beads of jade, Or a broad-hipped Nubian maid, Or a diamond flask of rose-perfume, Or a Shiraz boy in his first best bloom ! Oh, I rewarded her well altogether, For she slept at my feet through the cold…