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1910 · PDF PAGE 159

The Winged Beetle

149 THE PENTAGRAM In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the Lord of the Earth. He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree, He compassed the earth therein, and Man was the Lord of the Sea. He controlled the vigour of steam, he harnessed the light- ning for hire ; He drove the celestial team ; and Man was the Lord of the Fire. Deep-mouthed from their thrones deep-seated, the choirs of the æons declare The last of the demons defeated, for Man is the Lord …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 117

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…cking mast, the plunging bow, the reeling hull Aching beneath the bacchant blast, malevolent and beauti- ful ? Ai ! Ai ! then where’s my man, my man ? I am a witch’s sieve to-night, Parched as the lusty Lesbian was for her savage lord, the light ! Ah ! couldst thou slay me and appease—though naught but slaughter serve my turn, I, in an hour that bring thee ease, fret the night’s silk and ache and burn. But now—my whole life stings in me ; a viper violates my veins ; Locusta laughs at Lalage ! a ghoul that sucks at her own brains ! Where is the …

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102 THE CONVERT (A HUNDRED YEARS HENCE) There met one eve in a sylvan glade A horrible Man and a beautiful maid. “ Where are you going, so meek and holy ? ” “ I’m going to temple to worship Crowley.” “ Crowley is God, then ? How did you know ? ” “ Why, it’s Captain Fuller that told us so.” “ And how do you know that Fuller was right ? ” “ I’m afraid you’re a wicked man ; Good-night.” While this sort of thing is styled success I shall not count failure bitterness.

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v DEDICATION Out of the East, out of the East Didst thou flame forth, O Son of Man, The chainless champion of the Beast ! A warrior comet, thy plumes fan The shuddering air’s black wildernesses To fiends’ insatiate caresses. Thou camest crowned and helmed and armed, Sworded, a mighty man of war : Swayed all the stars, aghast, alarmed As at the Thunderbolt of Thor ! The very aethyr rocked and shook At thine indomitable look ! [Here must we utterly restrict Our theological remarks. One whom not Heaven could contradict Says : Now, Sir, if you plea…

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…s of folly That I evoke—save One, that looms at last Towering above these ten tremendous years. I see Him, sacred, single in the vast, A Man of Sorrows, grey with useless tears ; A Man of Glory, with His aureole Radiant gossamer, a mist of spears Storming the sky, His heart one crimson coal To burn all lesser gods, to gild the shame Of this my life’s long infamy, the soul (Abased for Him) in Him one flower of flame— Mine Aceldama one white lily-bloom Availing me above all wealth and fame

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…to a thrilled whisper] I am so afraid—afraid to die ! Is there nobody—— [Enter TODD, and stands by his chair, laying his hand on the old man’s shoulder. He looks up. I wish you were a doctor, Mr. Todd. You have such a soothing touch. Perhaps you are a doctor ? I can get nobody to do me any good. [TODD whispers in his ear. The old man brightens up at once. Why, yes ! I should think that would relieve me at once. Very good ! Very good ! [TODD wheels him out of the room, the old man laughing and chuckling. Enter OSSORY and EUPHEMIA, talking.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 136

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126 THE POET AT BAY YOU ? much-respected married man ! I ? whom all decent people ban ! You, of all people, come to me And ask about my poetry ? For shame, sir ! Well, if you insist ! Like an enamoured lutanist Graven on some bishop’s amethyst, So there is graven by fate’s steel And polished by time’s emery wheel This passion that consumeth me, Music that mars man’s dignity ! My love is like an unhealed scar That throbs and bleeds at the word war ! My love is like a masterless Hound, running wide on a false scent. I am the plaything of distress…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 209

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….] I follow you. [TODD smiles kindly on him. They go out. [The child turns ; and, finding himself alone, begins to cry. CHARLEY. My nice man has gone away. Old Todd has taken him away. I think I hate that old Todd ! [Enter TODD. I hate you ! I hate you ! Where is my nice man ? [TODD whispers in his ear. Oh, I see. It is when people get to be grown-ups that they don’t like you any more. But I like you, Mr. Todd. Carry me pick-a-back ! [TODD takes CHARLEY on his shoulder, and goes dancing from the room, the boy crowing with delight. CURTAIN.

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…t is left—but to weep ? Maybe the stridency purpled of Pan Leads at the last to the light of His plan. Maybe his work is the wealth of a man ! VIII Bring me the tablets, the stylus of jade ! Lend me thy light, O compassionate maid ! Soul of the master, O come to mine aid ! Make me the man of the marvellous mission ! Sharpen the sword of veridical vision Cut me the knot of the mighty magician ! Here I devote me (record me the vow) Unto the terrible task of the Tao. Soul of the master, the writer be thou ! Bring me the tablets and stylus ! Have d…

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…essed her mystery. So there she lay, regarding me. And I ?—I gave the riddle up. I drank the wine, admired the cup ; As I suppose a wise man does Unless he be the Man of Uz To scrape with shards a sore that grows The more he irks it. I suppose All men are fools who seek the truth At such a price as joy and youth.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 191

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…u that I share your sentiments. I have heard very ill things said of him, I can tell you. MRS. OSSORY. Who is he ? Does any one know ? A man of family, I hope. How dreadful for poor Henry if he had been run over by a plebeian ! OSSORY. Well, we hardly know—I wonder if his credit is good. [His voice sinks to a whisper as the awful suspicion that he may be financially unsound strikes him.] CARR. [sharply, as if pained]. Oh, oh ! Don’t suggest such a thing without the very best reason. It would be too terrible ! [This time EUPHEMIA laughs. OSSORY.…

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…h ! Then, not content, she must needs smutch All my past purifying pain, Turning all life to a thing fouler than Aught yet imaginable to man ! Who asks me for my tears ? She flings the body of my sweet dead child Into my face with hell’s own epitaph, Profanes that shrine Of infinite love and infinite loss, My empty shrine, the one shrine undefiled, My one close-claspèd cross— And hers as much as mine ! Profanes it with a hideous laugh And a lie flung with a curse ; and I must hear, And must not stamp on the snake, because, forsooth This was my …

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136 ROSA DECIDUA Let a man pierce my side, I warrant him nor blood nor water flows, But such a poison as Locusta never Distilled from toad, asp, viper, scorpion, Nightshade, gall, orpiment, Jews’ hearts, Old women’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 servant…

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…as they go out. DELHOMME. [returning]. One word in your ear, sir, if I may. It’s purely instinctive—but—but—well, sir, I mis- trust that man Todd ! OSSORY. Thanks : I believe you may be right. DELHOMME. Good-bye, sir ! OSSORY. Good-bye. MRS. OSSORY [rising]. Alfred, that man is a devil ! OSSORY. What, little Delhomme ? MRS. OSSORY. Of course not, Alfred. How can you be so silly ? Todd !

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…is labelled “ Good intentions.” EUPHEMIA. Then you didn’t mean it ? CARR. [kissing her]. Am I, or am I not—a plain ques- tion as between man and man—loving you now ? EUPHEMIA. Oh, I know ! But I am so worried that everything most sure seems all shaken in the storm of it ! I was glad—glad, glad !—when that Mr. Todd came in with his news, so that I could have a real good cry. [Very close to him, in a tragic whisper.] Something has happened—something is going to happen. CARR. And something has not happened—I knew it was a long time since we missed…

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… a Duchess, Mrs. Ossory— perhaps Mr. Todd may call. [Goes out with CHARLEY. MRS. OSSORY. I do hope he meant it. But he’s such a terrible man for pulling legs, as they call it.—I can’t think where Euphemia picks up all her slang !—If that plain, quiet man should really be a crowned King ! Oh ! how I would frown at her ! Ah ! ah ! Somebody coming. [Enter THOMAS. THOMAS. Mr. Todd. [Enter TODD. MRS. OSSORY. Oh, my dear Mr. Todd, I am so glad to see you ! I’m in such distress ! You will help me, won’t you ? [TODD bows, smiles, and whispers in her ea…

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…our of his fez. “ Black gives an air of gloom,” he said : “ I should look beautiful in red ! ” He told the Mullah of his plight The good man answered : “ Very right ! “ Islam is free to all mankind : You only need to be resigned.” The Jew agreed ; he learnt to pray Five several times each mortal day. Instead of Abraham, the Mullah Called him Habib Husain Abdullah. But (what indeed is hardly strange) His views on Art began to change. “ This red’s a shrieking tone, I swear ! O for the black I used to wear ! ”

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…es him, swoons In rapture ; slobbers on some leprous piece Of flesh torn from Saint Damien—prestigious ! Yet, that were relic of an holy man, And thou the carcass of a courtesan ! Beneath my seas thy creaking timbers tremble, Gallant old barque ! I shake thee, stem and stern, With furious kisses in blind rage at Time Who hath wrought on thee his cold and common crime. So now I rise, laughing with love, and burn ! Those dissolute embers of thy lust grown dun, The ashen horrors of thy face, resemble The dull red glare of a November sun.

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…ss—whiter than The stars, more silent than the stars, a crown Of stars ! For in the icy kiss of death I found that God that is denied to man So long as love and thought And life avail him aught.

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THE TWINS 99 IV Thou knowest me who I am The inmost soul and saviour Of man ; what hieroglyph Of the dragon and the lamb Shall thou and I engrave here On Time’s inscandescable cliff ? V Look ! in the polished granite, Black as thy cartouche is with sins, I read the searing sentence That blasts the eyes that scan it : “ HOOR and SET be TWINS.” A fico for repentance ! VI Ay ! O Son of my mother That snarled and clawed in her womb As now we rave in our rapture, I know thee, I love thee, brother ! Incestuous males that consume The light and the lif…

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