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1898 · PDF PAGE 15

Jezebel

… but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head ; you win The devil’s bargain ; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for your skin ! O bitter love, consuming all my will ! O love destroying, that hast drained my life Of all those fountains of dear blood that fill My heart ! O woman, would I call you wife ? Would I content you with one touch divine To flood your spirit wi…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 11

Jezebel

…ous glee. Her sweet bad body in the dust He trampled. Royal from the womb A martyred murderess lacks a tomb ! A tigress woman, clad with sin, And shod with infamy, who pressed The bloody winepress of my skin, And plucked the purple of my breast— Her lovers in their hearts shall keep Her memory passionate and deep. They cast her forth on Naboth’s field Still living, in her harlot’s dress ; Her belly stript, her thighs concealed, For shame’s sake and for love’s no less. Night falls ; the gaping crowds abide No longer by her stiffening side. I cre…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 16

Jezebel

…to steep In the infernal potion of that flower, My poisonous passion for your blood ! Behold ! How utterly I yield, how gladly dower Our sin with my own spirit’s quenched gold, Clothe Love with my own soul’s immortal power, Give thee my body as a fire to hold— O love, no words, no songs—your breast my bower !

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1898 · PDF PAGE 14

Jezebel

10 JEZEBEL CONCERNING CERTAIN SINS. SOME sins assume a garb so fine and white That the blue veil of Heaven seems to shade Their purity. They are winged so wide and bright That even angels’ pinions seem to fade, And the archangel’s wing recedes in night :— Ay ! even God seems perturbed and afraid Because it wears so holy a garb of light Of perfumed fire immaculately made. These sins are deadly. God is merciless For Love that joins Man’s passion with His power, And makes to bloom on earth a fairer flower Than heaven bears. Our token of success Is…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 5

Jezebel

JEZEBEL. PART I. A LION’S mane, a leopard’s skin Across my dusty shoulders thrown ; A swart fierce face, with eyes where sin Lurks like a serpent by a stone. A man driven forth by lust to seek Rest from himself on Carmel’s peak. A prophet with wild hair behind, Streaming in fiery clusters ! Yea, Tangled with vehemence of the wind, And knotted with the tears that slay ; And all my face parched up and dried, And all my body crucified. Ofttimes the Spirit of the Lord Descends and floods me with his breath ; My words are fashioned as a sword, My vo…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 8

Jezebel

…ns, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through night’s insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and noises move About the softness of her skin. Her pleasures and her passions purr For the delight I have of her. Aching with all the pangs of night My shuddering body swoons ; my eyes Absorb her eyelids’ lazy light, And read her bosom to devise Fresh blossoms of the heart of hell And secret joys of Jezebel.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 12

Jezebel

…d, my infamy, my pain, Seal my subjection and her reign. My veins poured out her marriage cup, For holy water her cruel tongue ; For blessing of white hands raised up, These perfumed infamies unsung ; For God’s breath, her sharp tainted breath ; For marriage bed, the bed of death. The hounds that scavenge, fierce and lean, Snarl in the moonlight ; in the sky The vulture hangs, a ghost unclean ; The lewd hyaena’s sleepless eye Darts through the distance ; these admit My lordship over her—and it. The host is lifted up. Behold The vintage spilt, t…

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