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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 3I Coiling and curling In maze of æons Its vision unfurling A pageant of pæans ! Blessed be Love in his Palace of praise Whom we follow above in his Wonderful ways ! Whom we follow above To the stars and the snows, Immaculate Love ! — We adore thee, Eros ! Praise Eros wittily ! Praise Eros well ! Tripping it prettily Down through the dell ! Joyous and eager Our tresses adorning, Away to beleaguer The city of morning !
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…. MAGDA Give me more money, Baa-Baa, for a kiss ; One of my kisses. ISSA Youdesh has the bag. (A pause.) Also I weary of thy sordidness. Love is at bottom a most noisome hag. Mother and brothers ! all the pageant passes Like a loud caravan of braying asses ; And now I — love thee ! in this hole of hell. A rotting camel by a dried-up well !
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THE RED STAR. 47 ALEXANDER He was softer than a dove ; He was made for human love. I have given him for food To the lusty panic rood, And the obscure brotherhood. IST NYMPH So the doves of men begotten Shall be plucked, and bruised, and rotten. 2ND NYMPH So shall full-fed brothel-knaves Kick them to indecent graves In the name of the sweet Dove That is God — for God is Love. ALEXANDER See ye naught but cruelty In the infinite To-Be ? Look you, I have seen a star Threatening pestilence or war In the vault that hangs — a splash Like a scar.
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…me evil things have brooded here Over the sleepers. May it be indeed 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 …
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…othing ; therefore I give it to the poor boys and girls of England, so that, shaking off morality and religion, they may be partakers in Love unto the glory of PAN.
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…rmal or informal pledged to the guardianship of mankind. With this postulate the way is clear. In the prologue we find innocence : Pagan love, Pagan music, Pagan mysticism, and we find the Sabbatarians pretty sick about it, like the fox that lost his tail. We next find Alexander, one of the guardians, anxious about humanity. He is not squeamish about a little blood, his own or another’s, and he discovers the plot. Next we find the dove achieving his foul purpose, not on a pure laughing Pagan girl, but on a furtive lecherous girl, already half a…
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I2 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. EVADNE Chrysis ! could one weary of All thine opulence of love ? CHRYSIS I am fair ; I cannot fear. Was my tongue too eager, dear ? EVADNE Never, never, never ! Here, Coil the roses close, a cluster In the flax, the lyric lustre ! CHRYSIS In the white waves that carouse On the satyr’s beetle brows, Plait a wreath of laurustine With the broad leaves of the vine ! SALMACIS Sweet Lysander, now thou knowest All the oracle obscure !
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… JOHN Of me, Lord ? ISSA Thou the least, sweet queen and king. But — finally — in sooth, lad — even of thee. JOHN Lord, have I failed in love ? ISSA Failure must be. Not by thy fault, but fixed in every feature Of Mistress Smirking Whore, our Mother Nature, Whose filthy dugs our poisoned kisses suck. Pah ! the whole world is just a mass of muck. JOHN Wait, master ! that’s a Phrase.
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…ed by a kick from the British ass ; or to a Burton, swimming in the Sea of Glue — they must seem miracles of virility and truth. Natural love and love of Nature are poetry everywhere ; and (idleness !) I hope one day to be able to leave the English hypocrites to their own beastliness, and live in my own world. Until I am wanted ; in the hour of battle. One thing I must ask ; let this book be assiduously
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PREFACE. XXXI or rather to a Tetragrammaton which is a Temurah of T. H. I. S. — they are atheists and in favour of Free Love — whatever that may mean. I have talked with many Socialists, but never with one who understood his subject. Empty babblers they are, muddle-headed philanthropists. They read a shilling abridgement of John Stuart Mill, and settle all economic problems over a « sirloin of turnips » in some filthy crank food dive. Ask them any simple question about detail, and the bubble is pricked. Well, as I was saying, they are all in fa…
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…est ; And if there lack some detail — ISSA Thou art wise Enough to write in all the prophecies Fulfilled. That’s settled, then. JOHN I’d love to see The goggling eyes of duped posterity, Its mouth agape (while priests scoop out its poke) At the wild sequel of our harmless joke. ISSA Only one further fret balls up my brain : — The nuisance, if I have to rise again. JOHN Fear not ! The style suffices. ISSA Then be off, And tell the Seventy my bitter scoff
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…prudish latch. Dear apeling, hold the torches while I catch This monster. So. Dispatch ! MIRIAM God ! let it be a boy. I would enjoy His love. Who hath come forth with such keen pain Owes keener pleasure, going back again. A curse upon that Dove.
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… Stigma of its prodigy ! 2ND NYMPH Is it but a whirling storm ? ALEXANDER Nay ! the star is cruciform. IST NYMPH Thus the holy cross is cloven From Pan’s purpose purple-woven. Even for centuries nine and ten, Life of women — death of men ! In that sinister sad star Men shall bear the upright bar, Hanged for honesty and truth, Wisdom, courage, love, or youth. Women bear the cross-bar, living In the filth beyond believing. Svelte or buxom, fair or dark, Go to the maw of the greedy shark
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…AGEDY. In our innermost ravines Inaccessible to man, That our perfect peace in Pan Hide from us the knowledge of This eclipse of joy and love ! ALEXANDER Is there nothing but distress In the mystic vision lurking ? IST NYMPH Ah ! but were thy loveliness With the God supremely working ! ALEXANDER Nymph, thy face is like a flower Fairer than the driven foam ! Shining like an honeycomb Is thy body — and thy soul Shoots me to the gilded goal. I shall master yet the hour. SATYRS King of Kings, we bow before Thee ; As our Master we adore Thee.
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…en 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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…rn a cynic page ; And our lips with laughter curl If she treat you as a girl. CHIRON Brute, get back to wine, and leave us In our flower-love to inweave us. All we know the shameless chorus : “ Fie ! Silenus — Heliorus ! ” HELIORUS I had better right to mock you, Graceless Chiron, with the quip (Girls, come close — the jest will shock you) “ Pine-tree with the drooping tip ! ” CHIRON Oh, you little toad of spite ! Come, and I will set you right. All your years of wantoness Shall not save you — much distress.
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…sit His perfect wine within the privy closet ! “ What do they know, who only England know ? ” Only what England paints its face to show. Love mummied and relabelled “ chaste affection, ” And lust excused as “ natural selection.” Caligula upbraids the cruel cabby, And Nero birches choir-boys in the Abbey ; Semiramis sandpapered to a simper, And Clytemaestra whittled to a whimper !
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…e wing ! ANAXIMANDER Come, my Giton, of the hyacinth hair ! Apollo, Apollo ! indeed they are fair ! HYLAS Kiss me again, my Lysander, my love ! Listen ! Olympas is singing above.
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… the swimmer in the stream. Boy to girl and maid to man, Mine are all joys of Pan. Chrysis seeks the darling dove, Gets the eagle to her love. Hylas, trembling towards the pine, Finds the soft voluptuous vine. RHODOPE Curl ye close ! Curl ye close ! Fold your petals like the rose ! All the satyr’s lust of limb ; All the delicate and slim Slenderness of laughing faun Twine like serpents on the lawn ;
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…rmatched thee now ; From the bag of Chiron Drawn a luckier lot than thou ! SILENUS Come, we have dallied long enough With music and with love. Set to the wine, and slide Each twined like vines, fair boy, fair bride, Down the long glade of sleep, At the sun’s summoning. We shall be carolling, upon the steep, The happy dawn’s return. We shall wake — and bathe — and burn.