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65 TELEPATHY (His thought.) FROM gloomy London oversea My lady sends a letter. My credits gone : the Deity May write me down a debtor, For I had thought that I was free I find I have a fetter ! (Her thought.) Yea ; must some god announce afresh No more they are twain ; they are one flesh ? For here I sit and laugh and smoke And play with youth and pleasure ; Life is a dream, and death a joke, And love a thing of leisure The dance is done, the spell is broke, And marred the merry measure ! Yea ; my small kiss is somehow worth The love of al…
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BELLADONNA 125 Come ! let the night fall ; let us drown what knows In what exults ; blot out the wizard figure Of thought, and build the many-coloured rose Your body on the cross, my bodys rigour. Chaos and Cosmos as God ebbs and flows Less than your thrustwring out the extreme vigour ! Annihilation take us, till we rise Once more to the damnation in your eyes !
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UT 129 Dissolved His being to a nameless naught, Brake all the wings and waves of time and thought, So in the quivering flame that hurled Its founts of life to the remotest world Supreme stood Death, and sware Destruction to all things that were ! IV Child, father, warrior, I worshipped Thee before ; Friend, bridegroom, now I yield me to the rod. My God, and very God of very God As breath, as death, as all, as naught, unknown, Known, is there not an end, when one alone Stand I, and thou, and He Arisen above all things that be ?
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…ts overheard This wicked renegado-word. Four soldiers dragged the Jew away To prison on that very day. The Cadi and the Caid wept ; They thought a promise should be kept. Be calm (said they) and do not strive ! We think of burning you alive. Shame ! said the wretch. Tis cruel to Burn me because I am a Jew ! The wise old Cadi wagged his head. I do not see a Jew, he said. This clear distinction must be made. We only burn a renegade. The fire they burnt Abdullah at Went merrily ; for he was fat.
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…, 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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…t lies Mid the faint flax of her hair Fallen on her foolish broideries : She is too deathly fair. She staresshe staresshe reads this thought, What black joy her harsh cough affirms. Life leersa jesting Juggernaut ! Death beckons, beckons to the worms. And the smile upon his face is fraught With all its ghastly terms. Out of the glimmer and incense-reek Two clamorous colour-cries emerge. The frightful flush that stains her cheek Is the rouge of the White Scourge ; Her pallor is like a spectre sleek That dances to a dirge. Her slim transpare…
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…n. One winter day So silent and so still she lay That I took cold, regarding her. I rose, I wrapped myself in fur ; Then came to her, my thought untold Being that she, too, might be cold. I laid my hand upon her breast. Cold ! Icy cold ! Ah you have guessed. Right. She was dead, quite dead. And so You see, friend, I shall never know. She kept her secret. Leave me alone ! OrI shall hardly keep my own !
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… To push them to the miry slough Wherein the foes of Set are caught. Come, let us pluck the Golden Bough From the brave Tree of life and thought ! Who heareth naught, he heedeth naught. Come, we are safely housed and shrined Where subtler images are wrought Than boast the treasuries of Mind ! II The secret of the House of Set. As a poor pilgrim clambering Toils on the slopes, so I to get Halidom for my lord the King.
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…e, shamehow should a maiden fare ? Nay, girls, I know. But Pan hath wrought this marvel on my wantons will, Filling it with one virgin thought, as strong as summer, and as still. Ah hold ! my body breaks away maugre your weakling struggles. Hold ! Nay ! my soul faints ; the stinging spray lures like his kisses did of old. Free ! Now stand back ! How good it ishow good it is to be alive ! How good to swim for the first kiss ! How good to dip oneself and dive ! Gods ! Let him get me wholly now naked and radiant as the moon Clambering on his pl…
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… 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 Oneness at the term. Asar on Asi did beget Horus twin brother unto Set. Now …
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…spirit, from thy prison ! I match, &c. GIMEL (with the crossing of the path of Teth) Hail, virgin Moon, bright Moon of Her That is Gods thought and minister ! Snow-pure, sky-blue, immaculate Hecate, in Thy book of Fate Read thou my name, the soaring soul That seeks the supreme, sunless goal ! And thou, great Sekhet, roar ! Confront the lion in the way ! Thy calm indomitable eyes Lift once, and look, and pierce, and slay !
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… evenings how the sun is fine ! How space seems deep ! How roars the hearts red flood ! I lean toward thee, adoring, queen of mine, And thought I breathed the perfume of thy blood On summer evenings how the sun is fine ! The night fell thick and thick, a screen of sable ; Mine eyes within the blackness guessed at thine. I drank thy sighsoh poison comfortable ! Thy feet slept in these brother hands of mine : The night fell thick and thick, a screen of sable.
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… grass ; I wail, a lone wolf, to the moon ; Huddled and hunched, a moaning massHow near God was those nights of June ! Death ! the mere thought of it ! For nowwhere is the ship ? where is my man ? The blood is bursting from my brow ; my choked shrieks prostitute to Pan ! Great Pan it is that thrusts his sword into my throat and strangles me ! Great Pan that clubs me on the sward with his robust brutality ! Ah no ! ah no ! Let me go blind rather than let that face of fear Swollen, its black indenture signed with blood, most maculate, appear ! …
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THE GARDEN OF JANUS 43 XXVII This thought I bred within my bowels, I am. I am in him, as he in me ; And like a satyr ravishing a lamb So either seems, or as the sea Swallows the whale that swallows it, the ram Beats its own head Upon the city walls, that fall as it falls dead. XXVIII Come, let me back unto the lilied lawn ! Pile me the roses and the thorns Upon this bed from which he hath withdrawn ! He may return. A million morns May follow that first dire dæmonic dawn When he did split My spirit with his lightnings and enveloped it ! XXIX So …
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… His anger shook His dumbness pregnant with a curse. I made me ink, and in a little book I wrote one word That God himself, the adder of Thought, had never heard. XV It detonated. Nature, God, mankind Like sulphur, nitre, charcoal, once Blended, in one annihilation blind Were rent into a myriad of suns. Yea ! all the mighty fabric of a Mind Stood in the abyss, Belching a Law for That more awful than for This. XVI Vain was the toil. So then I left the wood And came unto the still black sea, That oily monster of beatitude ! (Hath Thee for Me, and…
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…a brief gust of wind Over the cliffs of his ensanguine throne ; Seating ourselves thereon, as men shall know, Above soul, spirit, heart, thought, being, mind, Allbut most irrevocably entwined And irrevocably alone. XV There was a boy with O ! the face of dawn, The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin. The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For lithenessO ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So that he paced the ename…
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… part Of that most universal heart ; Leaving us slaves, and kings ; Bound, and with eagles wings ; One soul, comprising all that may be thought, One soul, conscious of naught. II Rose of the World ! Your mystic petals spread Like wings over my head. The tide of burning blood upon my face Drowns all the floating images That danced their spectre saraband In Bacchic race, phastastical embrace,
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…God or Satan, do thou master my death- pang with thy life-pang, and possess All that I am with all thou art, my Vampire, my Siren that I thought a nightingale ! Abase me ! Spit on me ! Scourge me ! Murder me ! Take thy wolfs meal of my loveliness ! Give me the reek of thy foul breath, and show me the lepers face behind the shining veil ! Yea ! Though I sink through measureless abysses, I trace the incommensurable curve. Thy foursquare wedge that rages in my circle shall match it at the infinite period. Polluted body, violated spirit, corrupte…
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… men have heard of all these ships not one, not one for ever more again. VII Seeing your naked body in the bed Against the jetty silk, I thought you lay Just as the Milky Way Lies in the unkenned hollows of the sky. One swarthy ray of red Leapt from your hither eye, And straight my dream began To map that heavenyour eye, Aldeboran ! I launched the magic boat, and early found The Pirates cave and the Enchaunted Ground ; The cedared Lebanon, The Wizards Grot, the well of spice, The Hanging Gardens of great Babylon : All these then did I visit…
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… ! Even as lover should call to lover ; There is no quickening, No flood, no fount that flows ; No water wells from the dead spring. My thoughts come singly, dry, contemptuous, Too cold for hate : all I can say is that they come From some dead sphere without me ; Singly they come, beats of a senseless drum Jarred by a fool, harsh, unharmonious. There is no sense within me or about me ; Yet each thought is most surely known For a catastrophe. No climax of a well-wrought tragedy ! Single and sterile. I am here for naught. I have no memory of the…