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…is pure ; the larks astir We had just such another spring The year I fell in love with her. The dreadful thirst that parches me Craves wine, wine, wine to loose its clutch : Wine, wine enough to brim with glee Her graveand that is saying much. I threw her body down the well ! The little wall around that ran I pushed upon her as she fell. I will forget her if I can ! By all the oaths of tenderness Whose tendrils nothing may unbind, And to bring back the enchanteress Love to the days when she was kind.
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ROSA COELI 5 IV Your wine-stained and wine-coloured hair unloosing, Mingle your wine-wise breath, Spiritual siren ! with the scent seducing Your body sheds, scarred with the bleeding kisses My tenderness bit in, Like to a lion feeding in wild white wildernesses, My spirit sensible to your skin : Mingle them to a crescent character That shall set shimmering all the parchment fine And send a steam like wine Laden with ecstasy and pain Choral through all the passion-stained and passion- trembling air. Inspire a closer strain Such as strange orchid…
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74 THE MUSE How it blinds us and burns us with wine Of the dread Dionysian Lord ! Evoe ! Evoe ! Evoe ! Iacche ! thy chrism of wine ! Evoe ! Evoe ! Evoe ! I am thine ! I am thine ! I am thine !
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…ing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of sense, Some drop of nectar worth a world of wine, Some grace of One divine Worth more than all lifes grace, and more than life intense. Was there a wonder if the silken boy Found her a-playing on the bluebell marge And drank from golden vats the wine of joy ; Hot, eager, overcoming in her breath, As she would draw him to those large And firm white breasts and mix her liquid life With his in pagan strife ? Or with a grace like God, a stealth like love, …
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218 LE VIN DES AMANTS SPACE is glorious to-day ! Throw bridle, bit, and spurs away ! Let us seek, astride of Wine, A Heaven faery and divine ! Like twin angels in dismay, Smit by Godheads blistering ray, Where dawn lurks blue and crystalline, Seek the mirage in the shrine ! Softly poised upon the wing Of the whirlwind let us ride, With its madness sway and swing, Sister, swimming side by side ; Onward through the starry streams Toward the Heaven of my dreams !
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… decadent days of October, I come to thee, God, without fear ; Pious, chaste, and sober, I solemnly sacrifice This first-fruit flower of wine For a vehicle of thy vice As I am Thine to be mine. For five in the year gone by I pray Thee give to me one ; A lover stronger than I, A moon to swallow the sun ! May he be like a lilywhite goat Crisp as a thicket of thorns, With a collar of gold for his throat, A scarlet bow for his horns !
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…ad, O Lord of the Stars, I come to Thee, come to Thee crying. The ambrosial moon that arose With breasts slow heaving in splendour Drops wine from her infinite snows Ineffably, utterly tender.
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…rs to shed ; But, an old lecher withs old concubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth from me like wine ! Whether thou sleep in mornings sheets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen thee, vain, In evenings veils, with gold embroidery rich, Infamous Capital, I love thee ! Drain Whose thieves and whores give me to ease lifes itch Pleasures inscrutable to the profane !
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…cool grass, and one chaste shrine That pious hands have builded ; And, oiled and scented, curled and gilded, A virgin, swimming like new wine In my grey old soul, that I may give His life to Pan, and live ! I have seen Love, and known A blasphemy, a violation And perfect profanation ; Wherefore the god hath flown. My heart 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 ;…
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…and swims Through infinite seas of transcendental trances. Yea ! all the hoarded seed of all my fancies Bursts in a shower of suns ! The wine-cup brims And bubbles over ; I drink deep the hymns Of sorceries, of spells, of necromancies And all my spirit shudders ; dew bedims My sightthese girls and their alluring glances ! Their eyes that burn like dawns lascivious lances Waking all earth to loveto love ! Life skims The cream of joy. If God could see what man sees, (Intoxicating Nellies, Mauds, and Nances !) I see Him leave the sapphirine exp…
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…rns ; his grape distilled A liquor harsh and florid. Our cool sweet kisses throbbed and thrilled 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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…untless chiliads rolled, may be I had not guessed 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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…holy, I know, For ever and ever and ever ! A priest in the mystical shrine, I muttered a redeless rune, Till the waters were redder than wine In the blush of the harlot moon. I and my brother priests Worshipped a wonderful woman With a body lithe as a beasts, Subtly, horribly human. Deep in the pit of her eyes I saw the image of death, And I drew the water of sighs From the well of her lullaby breath. She sitteth veiled for ever Brooding over the waste. She hath stirred or spoken never. She is fiercely, manly chaste ! What madness made me awak…
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…d I. No one can understand me. None Of these dull drunkards could divine In nightmares this that I have done To make a winding-sheet of wine ! This black invulnerable vice Engines of iron ! towers of stone ! For winters blight or summers spice True love, true love hath never known True love with black inchauntments filled, Its hellish rout of shrieks and groans, Its phials of poison death-distilled, Its rattling chains and skeletons ! Here am I, free, alonealone ! I shall be drunk, dead drunk, to-night. Then I shall slip to the cold ston…
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… stars, The sun, the moon, the great grave earth ; Thou has touched the swaying nenuphars With music, and made godly mirth With corn and wine ; Thou hast made Thee man ; Thou hast loved and suffered, died and risen ; Buthath Thy mouth grown white and wan, Sucked out into that strange sweet prison Nay, Thou hast never kissed the mouth Of Dorothy ! as I ! as I ! Thou hast never felt its eager growth Upon my Lesbian ecstasy. Therefore I curse Thee not, accurst Who art in that one flower foregone And I the last match Thee the first When that red …
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…rlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry : With these, and God for a gift, It needs no wine to be merry ! I have bought for a wafer of bread A garden of poppies and clover ; For a water bitter and dead A foam of fire flowing over.
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…am In the hills 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…
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…e Virgin by his broidered chlamys . . . who could have guessed that hairy horror hidden ? I have got gall to be my drink, who mingled my wine with myrrh and musk and ambergris. I made my bed of silk and furs ; and waking found I had swooned to sleep upon the midden. Ah ! Were those virgin lips of thine polluted with some rank savour of Sabbatic lust ? What spell turned thee, the maiden, to a monkey jibbering anitphonal blasphemies. To those chaste chants I wooed thee by, the moment that touching thee, my fruit dissolved to dust, Fair-seeming So…
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30 THE WIZARD WAY She hath naked breasts of amber Jetting wine in her bed-chamber Whereof whoso stoops and drinks Rees the riddle of the Sphinx. She hath naked limbs of amber Whereupon her children clamber. She hath five navels rosy-red From the five wounds of God that bled ; Each wound that mothered her still bleeding, And on that blood her babes art feeding. Oh ! like a rose-winged pelican She hath bred blessed babes to Pan ! Oh ! like a lion-hued nightingale She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail The barren rose-tree to renew Her life w…
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104 THE SORCERESS Oh fruit forbid ! was there but one ripe tree Fruitful for me ? Passion is gonethe wine is spilt And the sword broken at the hilt. I have invoked the demon of debauch. All blinding wines, all soul-devouring crimes I have called to me, drilled the scarlet mimes Of murder to my own fantastic nautch. And now-these demons mock me ; for their pay They sucked my inmost soul away ; Andnaught may move meI am lost, Exenterate, exhaust ! So therefore, Pan ! a corpse I come before thee To call down Life from thine abode beyond Death. …