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85 THE OCTOPUS THE red lips of the Octopus are more than myriad stars of night. The great beast writhes in fiercer foam than thirty stallions amorous. I would they clung to me and stung ; I would they quenched me with delight, The red lips of the Octopus. They reek with poison of the sea, scarlet and hot and languorous. My skin drinks in their slaver warm ; my sweats his rapt embrace excite. The heavy sea rolls languidly oer the ensanguine kiss of us. We strain and strive, we die for love ; we linger in the lusty fight ; We agonize ; our clutc…
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28 THE WIZARD WAY Give thy body to the beasts ! Give thy spirit to the priests ! Break in twain the hazel rod On the virgin lips of God ! Tear the Rosy Cross asunder ! Shatter the black bolt of thunder ! Suck the swart ensanguine kiss Of the resolute abyss ! Wonder-weft the wizard heard This intolerable word. Smote the blasting hazel rod On the scarlet lips of God ; Trampled Cross and rosy core ; Brake the thunder-tool of Thor ; Meek and holy acolyte Of the priestly hells of spite Sleek and shameless catamite Of the beasts that prowl by ni…
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…ills of the west set agleam That flows in its channel of cream. Let us drink, O my Lord, let us fill us With purple Falernian wine ! Thy lips on the lips of Bathyllus As we lock us and link and entwine, Eyes ever burning like coals For the passion that crowns and controls The mystical love of our souls. Then, O if my pain were to kill me ! In the garden of music and musk Touch thouand the thoughts of it thrill me The poppy that flowers in the dusk ! Poppy whose blossom is furled Deep in the breasts of the world Ah ! but the heart is impearl…
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…Like a snake taken in a snare, Moaning thy mystical name Till my tongue is torn and bleeding ! Have I not gilded my nails And painted my lips with vermilion ? Yea ! thou art I ; the deed awakes, Thy lightning strikes ; thy thunder breaks Wild as the bride that wails In the bridegrooms plumed pavilion !
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… she gains the goal Of her dark and deadly dream ; And the white life leaps from his control Wild, in a choking scream. She curves white lips to a cup of death ; Her eyes gleam, and her wise brows nod ; Her hand makes music with her breath Dancing upon the ivory rod The dying priestess offereth The sacrifice to God
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…33 Sweeter than the bee-sweet showers In the chalice of the flowers, More intoxicating than All the purple grapes of Pan. Ah ! my proper lips are stilled. Only, all the world is filled With the echo, that drips over Like the honey from the clover. Passion, penitence, and pain Seek their mothers womb again, And are born the triple treasure, Peace and purity and pleasure. Hush, my child, and come aloft Where the stars are velvet soft !
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…ine alcove, Gliding with silent step and light Like the shadows of the night. And I will give thee, dusky dove ! Cold as the moon, these lips of love ; And seek caresses, like a snake Playing round a crystal lake. At the pallid moons disgrace Empty thou shalt find my place That shall be cold till night appear. As others tenderness and truth Desire to rule thy life, thy youth, So will I dominate by fear !
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226 COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL IN the ancient frozen solitary park Two figures passed anonnow mark ! Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and grey ; One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary part Two ghosts evoke the pastoh hark ! Dost thou remember our old ecstasy ? Why do you wish to remind me ? Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear ? No. Ah ! the fair days of joyaunce and of gree When our mouths kissed, ah kissed ! Maybe ! How blue the sky…
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128 UT I HAIL to the golden One Seen in the midmost Sun ! Hail to the golden beard and golden lips, His whole life golden to the finger-tips ! Hail to the golden hair in golden showers Hiding the eyes like blue blue lotus-flowers ! His name is Ut, for He Hath risen above all things that be. II Ardent and white, the Lord Whirls forth a strident sword. Its blade is broader than the great World-Ash ; Its edge is keener than the lightning-flash. Brighter than all the lights of heaven, it whirls Out in a chaos of creative curls And sheathes itself i…
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…beatitude ! Is not each cell that builds thee up a well of honey-scented sips ? Is not thy soul one fragrant cup of nectar at my thirsty lips ? Thou bearest in thine hollow staff the primal fire, the flowers fume, Quintessencenow may Zeus engraff its pollen in my wintry womb !
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…p through the gloom of the glades ! Up ! we are done with the shades. My head is an ocean in anger With sleek and fantastical curls ; My lips like a sunset for languor, My skin like a moonrise of pearls. Ah ! but like stars in the deep Deep of the night, and asleep, Are the eyes that await thee, and weep.
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…earl-pure pavilion, I wait for thee, with my doves breast Shuddering, a god its bitter guest Have I not gilded my nails And painted my lips with vermilion ? Am I not wholly stript Of the deeds and thoughts that obscure thee ? I wait for thee, my soul distraught With aching for some nameless naught In its most arcane crypt Am I not fit to endure thee ? Girded about the paps With a golden girdle of glory, Dost thou wait me, thy slave who am, As a wolf lurks for a strayed white lamb ? The chain of the stars snaps, And the deep of night is hoary…
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…art no longer trembles If that blind Harperblind, or he dissembles ! Touches its strings with burning finger-tips, Or fastens his soft lips About my soul. . . . Then what is left To a woman love-bereft ? I have tasted Passion ; I have known How the sharpness and the softness and the sweetness Mix to one pomegranates completeness Wherein Hell and Earth are shown.
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TELEPATHY 69 Our eyes were sunk in black eclipse To rise in glittering trances : Our belly-muscles tight as whips By dint of Arab dances ! Yea ; all our love is glittering steel Sharpened on tortures aching wheel. My Dorothy ! my Dorothy ! Our mouths were wried and bleeding. Loves eucharistic mystery ! Their suckling lips were feeding At the black breasts of ecstasy, Of ecstasy exceeding ! Yea ; at the paps of Isis we Drained starry milk of ecstasy. O thou close-fitted to my soul, Close-fitted to my skin, Moving as one delicious whole Without…
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83 DISAPPOINTMENT (AN ESSAY IN TACTICS) A FEMALE eunuch-a stale courtesan With a Jews hook, fat lips, and goggle eyes Wrinkled with grime and lustso any man May maul you ; theres a scarcity of vice ! A womans soul is in her ovaries ; Cut those, that flies. O salt and shallow pan Of verminous moisture !bathe in thee, forsooth ? Age and consummate pox, avoid my youth ! I would have loved youso I love to love Wrapped you in beauty ! Lucid gauze of rime Had made your limbs go glimmering down through time, A gracious ghost ; the soiled an…
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…lled From temperate to torrid. Yea ; the new wine burns up our brain. Like molten gold our kisses rain. The month of love had curled our lips In tense perverted fancies :
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…m 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 the fond Folly of wisdom in you ! Come, while the moon (the moon !) Sheds her ambrosial splendour,
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… I was not content With the blasphemous secret of years, The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughter As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsated.
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…at was waste and wan ! Oh now ! let thy rage interrupt My mischievous petulant smile Whose secret is hot and corrupt, Leers loose at the lips and is vile ! Tear off the virginal wreath ! Tear it with tigerish teeth ! Then, oh the sword to its sheath ! Thine anger is redder and rougher ; Thou huntest with thyrsus and thong. Ah God ! it is I that must suffer, For thee tis enough to be strong. Strike ! ere libation be spilt. Home ! through the grace of the gilt. Stab ! to the hilt ! to the hilt !
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115 THE ARCHÆOLOGIST The carmined lips of your moustachioed mouth ; The fading fires in your debauched grey eyes With the black grooves about them, each a trench Where some dead soldier rots, a sterile stench All of you, ripe and rotten, athwart the lies Of paint and powder, false fanfares of youth That blare, yet passionate ache their tongue were true Hag of the pit, what should I make of you ? I will legitimize the bastard spell ! Take all your falsehood, weld it with my force. Now then, Canidia, match thy miracle With mine, old medlar ! Th…