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THE BLUE DWARF. 85 When the wine fills me. Pray you ! His slave presents wine to Govinda, who drinks. GOVINDA Health, my lord ! This wine is marvellous dry ! Scented like clover reaching up the broad Edge of some glacier in my northern marches. CHAU Look, how she writhes — speechless distemperature Her shriek within her gorge that parches ! GOVINDA Boy, bid that cup-slave from Ferozapur Make me an ode of this — nay, while I think ! An elegy. CHAU Please your majesty to drink ? GOVINDA Thanks, brother. Well, my gipsy girl divined
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…g it in As the dragon swallows up the moon ! CHAU See, she will swoon. This is magnificent. I would not lose the event — Ho ! boy, bring wine ! Black wine in jars of jade Cooled all these months in hoarded snow ! Black wine with purple starlight in its bosom, Oily and 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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… of rime, Out of space, sense, time, Thy mouth — and I am thine : Sealed, sealed at last, enthroned upon The very star thou ridest on. O wine ! o wine ! Wine of thy luminous body rushing, gushing,
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…ying. Flutes, and harps, and panpipes are there ; and on wonderful chased silver, figured with the loves of the gods, are cups of beaded wine, and fruits, and honey, and cates of divers sort. It is night, but the moon is exceeding bright ; and the stars shine in the self-luminous blue of the vault. Around the glade are many trees ; the ground is a mass of flowers, and gathe- red roses cover the white limbs of many of the players. One girl is standing, and a full nightingale song trills from her ivory throst. Upon a tall tree of massy foliage si…
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…norous, A clang of arms salutes these ears, that twitch To catch the zenith pitch Of aught that, human or divine, Might pour some drowsy wine, Poppy-heads bruised and seethed In milk of asses ivy-wreathed With honey and spice and wine moon-pale Strained though a virgin’s veil — To ease this itch. Enter a Roman Centurion and his guard. THE CENTURION Ha ! Publius, saidst thou : “ Jewish girls are chaste ” ? PUBLIUS Good — a barbarian Clodia Croup-in-air !
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…NYMPH From what a lash ! 2ND NYMPH O the monstrous travail—gape In the belly of the sky ! IST NYMPH Shall the man beget the ape, All the wine of time run dry ? 2ND NYMPH Ah ! the grisly spoil of rape Dark with vilest ecstasy ! IST NYMPH Listen, how shall life escape From such death it breedeth by ? 2ND NYMPH Hangs there not a single grape From that nightshade galaxy ?
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… pain Naught but an old brass bottle ! GOVINDA Maybe it holds the two and seventy Jinn That Solomon screwed in. ALEXANDER More like, the wine that Dionysus spilled From Cyprus grapes distilled. CHAU We lose our wagers ? It may be Best to unscrew it, and to see.
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THE BLUE DWARF. 97 GOVINDA Dance, o thou mannikin Dwarf and malign To the clink of Earth’s pannikin Drained of its wine ! CHAU Dance, to the scream Of strangled humanity, The delirious dream Of the Vampires of Vanity ! The kings rise, bow, and depart. THE KINGS Away, away like the wanton wind ! One to the groves of ilex tall ; One to the plains of infinite Ind ; One beyond the Mongol wall. As we met, so we part. Three great kings and one true heart !
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…RLD’S TRAGEDY. Are there not playmates Enough and to spare, Gallant and gay mates, Each one of us fair ? Bountiful measures of Beautiful wine : Infinite treasures of Bacchus divine ! Hail to the Lord of us ! Blithe is his reign. Be thou adored of us, Soul without stain ! Fair are the faces, and Limbs of us light, Tracing the paces, and Drunk with delight. Io ! let us tremble in Trance of the tune Here that assemble in Joyaunce of June ! ATTHIS Doris, our darling ! How subtle and sweet
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…re Sweet as pleasure, and as sure ! SILENUS Tut, my lad, you do not mention Modesty. ANTINOUS ’Twas mine intention, But those loose lips wine-corrupt Always itch to interrupt ! SILENUS Nay, boy, all the song was true. Come and frisk it once together ! Ah, the goodly Grecian Weather ! Ah, the heavenly haze of blue, That must set an azure frame Round the flaxen locks aflame ! CHRYSIS Come, Evadne, let us fling Flowers upon them gambolling !
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…ly. HYLAS Indeed, let us press The exquisite doubt in a certain caress ! LYSANDER Even as the feet of the maid on the grapes — Crush the wine of delight from ambiguous shapes ! OLYMPAS Shrill, shrill the never-cloying Thirst of maid’s enthusiasm ! Atthis with her Doris toying In the moonlight filled with laughter, Wrestling, kissing — follow after To the summit of the spasm ! CHIRON Ho, shall we sit idle gazing On such beauty spirit-crazing ? No, my ladies, I’m the song !
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…u rogue, if Rhodon rage, Poets earn 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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…By this vile groom Unless thou quit thy prating. THE HAG Here’s pay for months of waiting. She detaches the placenta. A black old rotten wine-skin, mangy goat Patched with bat, stork, and stoat !
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…s. And if I write for England, who will read ? As if, when moons of Ramazan recede, Some fatuous angel-porter should deposit 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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… ; 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.
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… 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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THE BLUE DWARF. 8I In this flask of crystal lurks Bruised virility of Turks, Boiled with wine and ambergris — Every drop an hour of bliss ! This cornelian box contains Datura-seeds and sparrow-brains, Mixed and smoothed with asses’ fat. Here the marrow of a bat Concecrated by a wizard And the seed-cells of a lizard Banned by a Thessalian witch, Lie like twins — royally rich In this casket wrought with gems Fit for Mogul diadems. MIRIAM O dogs, kings, gods, begone ! Bone splits from bone. I am ripped up like a sweating sow On the horn of a buffa…
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…phlegm ! John descends a rickety ladder from a loft. Magda spits, and goes out. JOHN Hail, master, let me soothe thy time of teen ! ISSA Wine rots the liver ; fever swells the spleen ; Meat clogs the belly ; dusts inflames the eye : Stone irks the bladder ; gout — plague — leprosy ! Man born of woman is most full of trouble ; God a gorged fool that belches him, a bubble ! — But of all plagues wherewith a man is cursed, Take my word for it, woman is the worst ! JOHN Maybe, dear Lord, of all the words men say Of thine, that one shall never pass a…
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…and disease Praised, as if they made mine ease. Dead be dance and dream and revel ! Thought and courage, things of evil ! Corn and milk, wine and oil, The guerdon of degrading toil ! Life’s bright draught of honied leisure Soured to sick and tasteless pleasure. All the gracious grape degraded, To a fatuous foulness faded ; Ecstasy divinely deep Bartered for a brutal sleep In whose grunting crapulence They may forget the glory whence They came, and hide in a stinking slum
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…ng pale and fresh Find my flesh against his flesh, And mine eyes within his eyes Watch the sun of glory rise ! All my breath is like new wine. I have flaxen hair and fine. From my shoulders to my feet Like the sunlight in the wheat ! If I laugh, the moon-curved pearls Match and master any a girl’s. If I weep, as joy may weep, One would say the fountain-steep Of Dione dropped its dew Through the vivid veil of blue. I am limber like a snake. I am soft, and slow to slake — For a curling, crimson fire Floods my lips and feeds desire. I am passionat…