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… 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 — this royal flesh shall serve For the brute lust whose nerve Shall eat up blindness in me, and discover The mind of Pan, maker of all, In all — his lover.
1910 · PDF PAGE 97
…t 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 !
1910 · PDF PAGE 96
… reeling ships. His fingers clutch the golden hair. The head goes back, and the neck is bare. Now for the sweep of the steel ! IST SATYR Pan ! Pan !
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…artling light All that man holdeth dear. From the sun’s high steep to the great deep Of unimaginable night To dive — I dive. Lord, now ! Pan ! Pan ! Accept the supreme vow ! The man Shall be no more a man — Stay ! who are these ?
1910 · PDF PAGE 171
…Thou who hast felt the sordidness Of thine own effect on thine own distress ; Art come thereby to the stature of man By my power, who am Pan. And by this death shalt laugh to know Thy father’s final overthrow. My soul the heights and depths has spanned. I hold the star-streams in mine hand. I am the master of life and death And of every spirit that quickeneth. Yea ! in the light of knowledge, Pan
1910 · PDF PAGE 88
I THE RED STAR SCENE. — A grove of ilex in Arcadia. The terrace is of white mar- ble. In the centre an image of the god Pan in Ivory and Gold. The pedestal is of lapis-lazuli, the space around of malachite. It is strewn with red roses. Before the image of the god stands a naked man, in whose hand is a sharp sword heavy and curved. Its blade is of blue steel, its hilt encrusted with rubies. The man is come to his full strength ; he is very dark with deep-set glittering eyes of green flecked with fire. His beard is short, square, curly, and black…
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…ve 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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…len exhausted — until, as it may chance, the Gods renew my vigour. And all my other work I count as nothing ; for I have written this in Pan, and in Pan I am content. To the boys and girls of England I give my book, the charter of their freedom. ALICE WESLEY TORR OR ALEISTER CROWLEY ? With one thing and another to worry me I was a ner- vous wreck all this March and April of 1908. I was was- ting my time in constructing anagrams on my name to publish this book under. Which shows how dependant the best of us is on his in’ards. If an Army marches …
1910 · PDF PAGE 148
…el. Come, little man ! We kiss your hands, and sail back home Over the desert and over the foam. ALEXANDER And I go back to the grove of Pan. GOVINDA What is thy name ? I will proclaim Thy marvellous fame From the Gulf of Kutch to the shores of Orissa. MIRIAM I pray your Majesty, call him Issa.
1910 · PDF PAGE 102
…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
1910 · PDF PAGE 105
52 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 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 a…
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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.
1910 · PDF PAGE 91
…lowers alight On the seductive malachite, To take with greedy joy This — toy. The jewels all-precious of a man Waste death before thee — Pan !
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…y Of Arcady — in Arcady ! Me ye know, the dazzling dream Of 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 ;
1910 · PDF PAGE 95
…he 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,
1910 · PDF PAGE 68
…antastic face ; All the maiden’s chaste delight To the flushed hermaphrodite ; While the balanced strength of man Bears its witness unto Pan. CHRYSIS Ah, the purple vein that glows Through the eyelids as they close ! Hush ! the breeze that fans the fern Bids the midnight moon to turn. We must sleep Soft and deep : We must wake — and bathe — and burn. The company being asleep, fallen lax in mid-caress, there enter a Philosopher Heracleitus and his Disciple Chrysippus. HERACLEITUS Look, my darling, and confess Life one flame of loveliness ! CHRYS…
1910 · PDF PAGE 106
…litude. We to bowers of flower and fern ; Thou to suffer—and to learn ! They vanish, embracing the nymphs. ALEXANDER I am alone — — With Pan — With the cold stone. Nay ! with the riotous god that ran Through all, and conquered all, And became all, and now is all. — Oh matchless musical Seven-throated god, I hear thy stridency Like nereids playing on the wind-struck sea That heaves herself with sensuous swaying ! I have seen a wild girl woven in gold Stained with blue and scarlet — playing Before me — she transported me With the writhings of her…
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… the spirit sight evolved, So that after myriad aeons Filled with trumpet-pealing paeans, With the nuptial bliss of man Prostituted unto Pan, Rises on the vast inane Your dread red star again ! O star, thy secret I possess : I, watcher for man’s happiness. I go to ward thy craven curse From the maiden Universe.
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I20 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. ALEXANDER I too have died to Pan, and he Hath begotten upon me A secret wonder that must wait For the hour of the falling of thy fate, Nineteen centuries shalt thou Plague earth with that agonizing brow, And then that age of sordid strife Give place to the aeon of love and life. A lion shall rise and swallow thee, Bringing back life into Arcady. So strong shall he roar that the worlds shall quake And the waters under the heaven break, That the earth, of thy father’s hate accurst, Shall be greener and gladder than at fir…
1910 · PDF PAGE 177
…ight dawns on us. See ! the tenebrous glare and venomous And all it shews. Enough ! I leave thee, man, To hide me in the secret place of Pan Beneath the fallen groves Arcadian. He fades away, as if the new light, making the filth visible, made him invisible. ISSA I am nailed here too fast : — I strain in agony aghast ; For I have blotted out the sun From the sight of everyone.