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THE RED STAR. 37 I came from very far Led by that strange red star At noon that fadeth now Dim on the snow-crowned brow Of royal Caucasus, A mystical portent Of some obscure event Darkly miraculous Written below the West In Fate’s dark palimpsest ; Obscure — the sun to eclipse ! I fed my flaming lips Upon the limbs of slaves, Great Nubian girls that bled Upon the sands — so laves The sun his fire in cloud When the sea glows glassy red At the buffet of the wind On its cheek all wrinkle-lined. Ah ! thou Lord God ! thus thrice I made thy sacrifice…
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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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THE RED STAR. 4I Of sun and rain. Arise ! The red gleam in thine eyes ! Up, up and slay ! 2ND SATYR Fair child, Laugh thou ; God honours thee (Look ! then, methinks, he smiled !) To condescend to bless That unripe loveliness. The acid of thine immaturity Shall be a sharpness in his mouth Cloyed with too clinging sweet Of the full-bosomed South. IST SATYR Beside those rose-fair feet Dimpled with fairy kisses There’s no bright-tinted bird In all the blue abysses Worth even a plumeless word. THE CHILD I do not like this place.
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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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THE RED STAR. 57 Conquering, penetrating, crushing — All the seeds of darkness in me Splashed with fire and water, So that spring arises in me Like a warrior weary of slaughter Striding to the striped lair Of deftly-woven camel’s hair, Where the trembling captive-woman Waits his pleasure-hour inhuman ! All the roots of love and power Flushed at last into a flower. All the films of sense dissolved ; All the spirit sight evolved, So that after myriad aeons Filled with trumpet-pealing paeans, With the nuptial bliss of man Prostituted unto Pan, Ris…
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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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…he murmur of the sea. HYACINTHOS Chiron, shall we dance with these Under the acacia trees ? CHIRON Yes, if Rhodon there will lend us Her red fleece — like sunset glowing, With the doubtful venture showing Where — what God shall there befriend us ? RHODON Mocker ! I shall come. Beware Lest my manhood match you there !
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 27 THE DOVE Would you lend me your red star ? THE VULTURE With the greatest pleasure, pigeon ! THE DOVE I’ll be off, then. THE LAMB So will I. THE VULTURE I shall know where I can find you. THE LAMB Would you had a moment’s patience ! I had a much better scheme — One involving pigeon-pie ! THE VULTURE Butch ! be off with you. I’ll hop Up again to the tree-top. Yaugh Waugh ! That’s me ! Always at the top of the tree ! (They depart separately, yet together. The old Philosopher wakes).
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THE RED STAR. 49 IST NYMPH Name the sharp accursed shape, 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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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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…From the land of Danae, From the coral-breeding sea, From the steppes of Tartary ! GOVINDA I have brought a treasure-chest Full of gold, red gold galore,
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THE RED STAR. 43 And thou, his languid lover, Sank back into the arms of Zeus With thine head hanging loose, And the long curls adrip With the dew oozing from his lip. ALEXANDER So ! unto Thee ! Come hither, Child ! You must pass before Unto the land where all flowers wither And the sea hath never a shore. 2ND SATYR Ha ! he hath dashed the babe to die, And caught his first convulsive sigh. With a fierce kiss biting into his lips, As a storm-fiend tears the reeling ships. His fingers clutch the golden hair. The head goes back, and the neck is ba…
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…ur feet ! Come, I have chosen thee. DORIS Follow me then Deep in the dance to the heart of the glen ! MARSYAS Ho ! you are rich, you are red, you are ripe ! Pace me your passions to plaint of my pipe ! OLYMPAS Nay, I am with thee, my master, to match Every my song to thy lyrical catch. EROTION Nay, let us follow you — all in a ring ! Wonder of wisdom and wit on the 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 RED STAR. 39 Steady I stare Into Thine eyes luxorious glare Swimming with lust — as if I were Some wandering Arab chief enthralled By a sphinx with eyes of emerald, As a bird fixed by an hissing asp, As a maiden in a giant’s grasp, As a mariner caught in the viewless iron And velvet vice of a singing siren ! I lift this blade to sheer In one deliberate sweep Of startling 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 ma…
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…hou, o my Lord, are quiet and still ; And the feathers are clipt from the wings of the will. Still are thy lips And void of motion, Like red-sailed ships On a windless ocean ? Hast thou no lust To involve in a curse The insane dust Of the universe ? Speak, o my Lord ! I have journeyed afar In the wake of the terrible crimson star. A harp between mine hands, Murmurous and musical, I come from far-off lands To seek Thee who are All. Amid my warrior bands I rode in kingly wise : Thy light upon mine eyes !
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THE RED STAR. 51 Of lust and ugliness and gold, The rank goats of the whorish mire. So falls their flame to that decayed Glow of wet rot in the wintry wood. Ay ! from this star disaster-rayed A very wormwood draught is brewed : The light of life shall shrink dismayed At the dawn of prostitute and prude ; And the pagan glory fade From the brows of womanhood. IST SATYR But the boy shall thrust the maid From the sunlight to the shade. He shall make her passion good. 2ND SATYR Nay ! for all the world-decay Rots from sapphirine to grey. All the lepr…
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…E YOUTH I am a messenger. He disappears. MIRIAM Shaitan ! he slipped my grip. Is there no flood to drip Some icy liquor on this hell-scarred brow ? See ! The red star glows fainter now. All is a velvet heat of horror. Night Holds me in torture. 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. 53 Grant us leave — the midmost wood Calls us to its solitude. 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 scarl…
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… star ! Upon the heights his standard shall be plant Free, equal, passionate, pagan, dominant, Mystic, indomitable, self-controlled, The red rose glowing on its cross of gold... Yea ! I will wait throughout the centuries Of the universal man-disease Until the morn of his titanic birth... The Saviour of the Earth !