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1910 · PDF PAGE 69

The Winged Beetle

…of a maid. You are damned : that is great ! you drained life to the lees ! And I—I shall yawn at the end, I’m afraid. When Christ was in hell, Satan came—how he sneered ! “ How’s this for a God ” and he laughed at His beard : “ After Heaven ? and Palestine ? ”—meant to offend. How mild the reply of the Saviour appeared ! “ Between heaven and hell it were easy to choose : These ashes are scarce worth celestial dews. But at least—if you must have it ! Satan, my friend, Your hell may be hot—but I do bar the Jews ! ”

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1910 · PDF PAGE 13

The Winged Beetle

…wn the porphyry flood Of your maniacal, ensorcelled blood That maddens and bewitches. My life is suffocated—now I swoon— I die ! I am in hell, red hell, red hell, Circles me closer ; all the soul’s afire As if the boreal moon With all the icy Lapland hags That shiver on ‘s hibernal crags Were but a thin white shell Hoarding the seed of many a million suns, Giving its life up unto its desire— Out bursts the womb of my unguessed-at godhead ; The rose flames out in the flood ; and all at once, A brilliance disembodied, I am shattered like the dew …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 145

The Winged Beetle

ROSA DECIDUA 135 Were too like heaven—and heaven’s somehow to earn No doubt—no way that I know ! Hell’s enough If hell would only burn And silence the one devil-word of love. Ay ! death slinks off. I have a child that claims my life To keep from knowledge of her mother’s fate, To keep from heritage thereof, To shield from the world’s scoff, To watch, stamp out the seeds of madness in her. God ! that hast held me back from hate, Be merciful to me a sinner And ward me, warding her ! As it is written : Excepting Adonai build the house, they labour…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 73

The Winged Beetle

AFTER JUDGMENT 63 Farewell ! O God, in endless bliss Crowned, with Thine angels singing by : I go to hell, with her last kiss Yet tingling in my memory. Nay, start not from Thy throne ! I go At Thy black damning to the deep. Thou canst not follow me ! I know This thing I had, and this I keep. God ! I have loved. I love ! I love, And shall love through Thine ageless hell. Thou hast the kingdom of the Above, And I, her memory. Fare Thee well ! To Thine I Am—supreme exclaim, The total of all that may be said !— I answer from the abyss of flame : D…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 83

The Winged Beetle

73 THE MUSE O THOU who art throned by the well That feeds the celestial streams ! O daughter of heaven and hell ! O mother of magical dreams ! O sister of me as I sit At thy feet by the mystical well And dream with the web of my wit Of the marriage of heaven and hell ! O thou who art mad with the Muse That delights in the beauty of form ! O desire of the dream of the dews ! O Valkyrie astride of the storm ! I am thine as we ride on the blast To exult in the mystical Muse, As there drip on the desert at last The immaculate Delian dews. I am thin…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 166

The Winged Beetle

… squelch, black slough to mire the Sun, The stink and belch and snivel of Tennyson ! Hail and farewell, my brother ! I am he To plant in hell thy sunkissed sea-lily Thou has lived ! As I live, stars in midnight’s deep. Thou hast died. All die ; why boggle at the leap ? Serene and splendid blazed thy fire, night’s sun : Thy task is ended, brother, thy work done. Drone on thy shore, no pæan stir thy surge ! A period to life, death, heaven, and hell ! There is no God : hail, brother ! and farewell !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 238

The Winged Beetle

228 THE MAGICIAN [TRANSLATED FROM ELIPHAZ LEVI’S VERSION OF THE FAMOUS HYMN] O LORD, deliver me from hell’s great fear and gloom ! Loose thou my spirit from the larvæ of the tomb ! I seek them in their dread abodes without affright : On them will I impose my will, the law of light. I bid the night conceive the glittering hemipshere. Arise, O sun, arise ! O moon, shine white and clear ! I seek them in their dread abodes without affright : On them will I impose my will, the law of light. Their faces and their shapes are terrible and strange. Thes…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 35

The Winged Beetle

… Token of the Nine : Once to rave, and once to revel, Once to bow before the devil, Once to swing the thurible, Once to kiss the goat of hell, Once to dance the aspen spring, Once to croak, and once to sing, Once to oil the savoury thighs Of the witch with sea-green eyes With the unguents magical. Oh the honey and the gall Of that black enchanter’s lips As he croons to the eclipse, Mingling that most puissant spell Of the giant gods of hell With the four ingredients Of the evil elements ; Ambergris from golden spar, Musk of ox from Mongol jar, …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 146

The Winged Beetle

…men’s tongues, by monstrous arts ; But this my poison drips, without endeavour, From the mere soul of the world’s rose ! What alchemy of hell this ronyon Venus has skill of ! Wonder that I live ! This has been like a bag-pipe drone to wail Its monotone through high, low, fast and slow. It has been like a secret cancer, Forcing all servants of the life to give Their work to the usurper ; all its themes assail The main word Life ; they build their archipelago Of poison in each sea where life was holy. Their questions have no answer, But all’s con…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 214

The Winged Beetle

…tremble ; Thou mak’st me Midas to resemble, The saddest of all alchemists ! For gold within my crucible Turns iron ; and heaven turns to hell In cloudland’s ghostly napery I find a corpse—that I loved well And in celestial gardens I Build mightiest sarcophagi

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1910 · PDF PAGE 108

The Winged Beetle

…e shambles of slaughter ! III I know thee who thou art, The inmost fiend that curlest Thy vampire tongue about Earth’s corybantic heart, Hell’s warrior that whirlest The darts of horror and doubt !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 236

The Winged Beetle

…nd of gree “ When our mouths kissed, ah kissed ! ” “ Maybe ! ” “ How blue the sky was, as our hope was clear ! ” “ Hope has gone down to Hell’s nadir.” So in the foolish alleys they conferred, And only midnight overheard.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 235

The Winged Beetle

…POEMES EN PROSE ” MINE heart at ease, I climbed the promontory Whence one may contemplate the town out-spread : Hospital, brothel, jail, hell, purgatory, Where each thing monstrous rears its prospered head ! Well know’st Thou, Satan (ease this woe of mine !) I went not thither futile tears to shed ; But, an old lecher with’s old concubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth from me like wine ! Whether thou sleep in morning’s sheets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen thee, vain, In evening’s ve…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 113

The Winged Beetle

… I have tasted Passion ; I have known How the sharpness and the softness and the sweetness Mix to one pomegranate’s completeness Wherein Hell and Earth are shown.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 225

The Winged Beetle

… keeps holiday, still glare, Using a borrowed power with insolence, Ignoring beauty’s law that lent them sense. Blind wheel and deaf, of Hell in travail curled ! Brave tool that drinks the blood of all the world ! Hast thou no shame ? and hast thou no alarm Whose mirror shows thee thy decaying charm ? Hath not the vastness of the evil thing Thou think’st thee wise of, sent thee shuddering When Nature—grand, persistent, tenebrous— Uses thee, woman, thee, princess of pus, Vile animal !—to slay a genius ? O golden mire ! fame ignominious !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 110

The Winged Beetle

100 THE TWINS On these wretches whom Fate hath hurled To a hell of Jesus and shoddy, Dung and ethics and dust VIII Thou as I art Fate. Come then, conquer and kiss me ! Come ! what hinders Believe me : This is the thought we await. The mark is fair ; can you miss me Nay, you catch me, you cleave me ! XI See, how subtly I writhe ! Strange runes and unknown sigils I trace in the trance that thrills us. Death ! how lithe, how blithe Are these male incestuous vigils ! Ah ! this is the spasm that kills us ! X Wherefore I solemnly affirm This twofold …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 62

The Winged Beetle

…afloat in your eyes ! Arise, O ambrosial moon, By the strong immemorial spell, By the subtle veridical rune That is mighty in heaven and hell ! Drip thy mystical dews On the tongues of the tender fauns In the shade of initiate yews Remote from the desert dawns ! Satyrs and Fauns, I call. Bring your beauty to man ! I am the mate for ye all ; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips ! I am hidden beyond Shed in a secret sinew Smitten through by…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 120

The Winged Beetle

110 A SLIM GILT SOUL FEW men are given, ’twixt heaven and hell, To play one part supremely well. On all time’s tablets there are few Who make a first-rate show of two, While those who perfectly play three We knew not, until you were he. For what were lovelier on the lawn Than you, pearl-naked to the dawn, Wrapped in a scarlet dressing-gown Not thirty miles from London town, The “ observed of all observers ”—save That Scotland Yard, serene and suave, When trouble came, went tramping by ; Closed one, and winked the other eye. How pleasantly you m…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 125

The Winged Beetle

… spell ! Take all your falsehood, weld it with my force. Now then, Canidia, match thy miracle With mine, old medlar ! Though the reek of hell Gush from thy gorge, I hold my knightly course, Dragon ! I love thee, and I love thee well Who am like a shipwrecked sailor that should skry On the horizon some scarred citadel Or, smoking still, a volcan threat the sky, Or hairy with burnt forests, wracked and rent, Some ruin of an earthquaked continent ! It is not love, but worship most religious, This abject me, this wallowing at thy knees !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 48

The Winged Beetle

…spell, An incantation, a device Whereby the Eye of the Most Terrible Wakes from Its wilderness of ice To flame, whereby the very core of hell Bursts from its rind, Sweeping the world away into the blank of mind. XII So then I saw my fault ; I plunged within The well, and brake the images That I had made, as I must make—Men spin The webs that snare them—while the knees Bend to the tyrant God, or unto Sin The lecher sunder ! Ah ! came that undulant light from over or from under ? XIII It matters not. Come, change ! Come, woe! Come, mask ! Drive L…

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