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…parks of spirit curled Each to its proper soul ; the wide wheels flow, Orderly streams, and lose the rushing speed, Meet, mingle, marry. Fire and air express Their dews and winds of molten loveliness, Fine flakes of arrowy light, the dawn's first deed. Metallic showers and smoke self-glittering For many an aeon. Wild the pennons spring Of streaming flame ! Then, surging from the tide, Grew the desirable, the golden one. Separate from the sun. Now fire and air no more exult, exceed, Are balanced in the sphere. The waters wide Glow on the bosom o…
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Dread forked fire across the cloven sky ; Stripped off thy body of mortality — Nay, but on steeper slopes my love shall strive ! Our bodies perish and our hearts revive Vainly, unless the shaking sense beware The crested snakes shot trembling through our hair, Their wisdom ! But our souls leap, flash, unite, One crowned column of avenging light, Fixed and yet floating, infinite, immense, Caught in the meshes of the cruel sense, Two kissing breaths of agony and pleasure, Mixed, crowned, divided, beyond age or measure. Time, thought, or being ! N…
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Venus. Explain, explain ! Tannhauser. As if were kindled into gold and fire The East ! Venus. The East ! Tannhauser. As if a flowerless moss Suddenly broke in passionate primroses ! Venus. Violets, violets ! Tannhauser. Or as if a man Lay in the fairest garden of the world, In the beginning : and grew suddenly A living soul at that caressing wind ! Venus. A living soul ! Tannhauser. So is Thy shade to me When sleep takes shape. 43
1902 · PDF PAGE 68
…ch do themselves enure To dirty dross, no higher dare aspire. Nor can his feeble earthly eyes endure The flaming light of that celestial fire Which kindleth love in generous desire, And makes him mount above the native might Of heavy earth, up to the heaven's height. Spenser, Hymn in Honour of Love.
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What passionate hatred, what infernal pains, Mixed with thy being in the womb of Death ? Blistering fire runs, Scorching, terrific suns. Through body and soul in this abominable Marriage of demon power Subtle and strong and sour, A draught of ichor of the veins of Hell ! Curses leap leprous, epicene, unclean. The soul of the Obscene Incarnate in the spirit : and above Hangs Sin, vast vampire, the corrupt, that swings Her unredeeming wings Over the world, and flaps for lust of Death —and Love! Venus. This man was drained of music ! Five new song…
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…t In Thine own symbol, Beauty, were concealed Under her brows —how wider than the air ! How deeper than the sea I How radiant Beyond the fire ! Venus. O shun her devilish lures ! That Beauty is the sole detested fear That can annul our conquests, and arouse Our rapt dream-kisses. Tannhauser. That is my intent. It is the spiritual life of things I seek —Thou knowest ! Venus. Oh, I did not mean ! Remember my dilemma! Hear me speak The story of her. She is a wicked witch That seeketh to delude thy sleepy sense In vicious purpose and malignant hope…
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…h To spit upon her ! Tannhauser. Ah, you murder me ! [Sings. Come, love, and kiss my shoulders ! Sleepy lies The tinted bosom whence its fire flies, The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls. And falls ! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon's ! Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, 47
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…n rob6d for a bride, White shoulders and bright brows adorable, The flaming locks that clothe her, and abide. As God were bathing in the fire of Hell ? They change, they grow, they shake As sunlight on the lake : They hiss, they glisten on her bosom bare. O maiden, maiden queen ! The lightning flows between Thy mounting breasts, too magically fair. Draw mc, O draw mc to a dreaming death ! Send out thine opiate breath, And lull me to the everlasting sleep. That, closing from the kisses of disdain To ecstasy of pain, I may sob out my life into th…
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…ost despair ! " He whispered me a Word. " Beware ! Beware " Two voices are there in the sullen sea ; " Two functions hath the inevitable fire ; " Earthquake hath earth, and yet fertility : " See to thy purpose, and thy set desire ! " Else, dire the fate — the ultimation dire ! " Vague threats and foolish words ! Quite meaningless The empty sounds he muttered in mine ear. Why should their silly mystery impress My thoughtful forehead with the lines of fear ? (This riding saps my courage as my cheer.) D 25
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…e the deadly will's decree, The bitter earnestness of this desire, The deep intention, the solemnity, Profound as night and penetrant as fire, The awful grasping at the Infinite, Even as I grapple at the breasts of thee, The seeking and the striving to the light Deep in thine eyes, where Hell tlames steadily? I am not clinging thus Despairing to the body of thy sin For mere delight —Ah, deadly is to us The pleasure wrapping us, and holding in All love, all hate —the miserable way ! Dawns no devouring day Still on the infinite slow tune of limbs…
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Tannhauser. Ah, but the waking ! As I sink to sleep Pillowed in nuptial arms —so fresh and cool— (Yet in their veins I know the fire that runs Racing and maddening from the crown of flame, The monolithic core of mystical Red fury that is called a woman's heart) Sinking, I say, from the supreme embrace. The Good-night kisses ; sinking into sleep — What dreams betoken the dread solitude ? Venus. What dreams ? Ah, dreamest not of me, my knight ? Of vast caresses that include all worlds ? Of transmutation into molten steel Fusing with my intolerabl…
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…ere her bosom heaved, Back from the chosen body that I love ? Whose lips cling faster still In desperate sweet will? Whose body melts as fire caught in wine Into the clasping soul ? Whose breathing breasts control Her heart's quick pulsing, and the sob of mine? O Venus, lady Venus, thou it is Whose fierce immortal kiss Abides upon me, about me, and within ! Thou, lady of the secret of the Sea, Made one for love with me, Love and desire and dream, a sense of mortal sin ! Who Cometh as a visionary shape Within my soul and spirit to abide. Mysteri…
1902 · PDF PAGE 121
…f Pain. For that is their abode, the Wretched Ones, Of all unhappiness the sons ! And when, invoking often, thou shalt see That formless Fire ; when all the earth is shaken, The stars abide not, and the moon is gone, All Time crushed back into Eternity, The Universe by earthquake overtaken ; Light is not, and the thunders roll. The World is done : When in the darkness Chaos rolls again In the excited brain : Then, O then call not to thy view that visible Image of Nature ; fatal is her name ! It fitteth not thy body to behold That living light o…
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…in me beget The dolorous despair of this desire. Thy body sways and swings Above the tide of things, Laps me as ocean, wraps me round as fire ! Ye elemental sorceries of song, Surge, strenuous and strong, Seeking dead dreams, the secret of the shrine ; So that she drain my life and being up As from a golden cup, To minofle in her blood, death's kiss incarnadine. & Who cometh from the ocean as a flower ? Who blossometh above the barren sea ? Thy lotus set beneath thee for a bower. Thine eyes awakened, lightened, fallen on me ? O Goddess, queen, …
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Then, scorpion-stunj^ of its own terrible tang, Burnt of its own fire, soiled of its own stain, Falls conquered as a bird Bolt-stricken through the brain. To the resounding plain : The double word, The see-saw of all misery —begin The alluring mysteries of lust and sin ; Ends their delight !— and are they clear to sight ? Or mixed with death, compact of night ? Begin — the bitter tears of impotence. The sad permuted sense Of this despair—what would you ? and renew The long soft warfare—the enchanted arms. The silken body's charms. The lips that…
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Is fire and amber. Then I came away :— I heard of knights no better horsed than I, No better sworded, with no gift of song, Who, caught by one ineffable desire, Rode on by old mysterious watersheds, Traversed strange seas, or battled with strange folk, Held vigil in wild forests, all to seek The vision of the Holy Grail. And I Rode forth on that same foolish wandering ; And found a-many ventures on the way ; At last an old Egyptian ; who bestowed The magic word, which, when I had pronounced, Called up thine evil corpse-light in the sky. He ridd…
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…Seductive, sombre, moving amorously. Droop the long eyelids, purple with young blood. The lazy lashes and the flowing mane. The flame of fire from head to feet of me ! K 73
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…sure never come to birth. The endless, infinite desire of years. I am the shrine at which thy long desire Devoured thee with intolerable fire. I was song, music, passion, death, upon thy lyre — Thy lyre ! I am the Grail and I the Glory now : I am the flame and fuel of thy breast ; I am the star of God upon thy brow ; I am thy queen, enraptured and possessed. 28
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…ear are driven Before the avenging levin That rives the opening skies, Behold that Formless and that Holy Flame That hath no name ; That Fire that darts and flashes, writhes and creeps Snake-wise in royal robe, Wound round that vanished glory of the globe. Unto that sky beyond the starry deeps, Beyond the Toils of Time — then formulate In thine own mind, luminous, concentrate, The Lion of the Light, a child that stands On the vast shoulders of the Steed of God : Or winged, or shooting flying shafts, or shod With the flame-sandals. Then, lift up…
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Draw into nought All life, death, hatred, love : All self concentred in the sole desire— Hear thou the Voice of Fire ! This hope was Zoroaster's —this is mine ! Not one but many splendours hath the Shrine : Not one but many paths approach the gate That guards the Adytum, fortifying Fate ! Mine was, by weariness of blood and brain, Mere bitter fruit of pain Sought in the darkness of an harlot's bed, To make me as one dead : To loose the girders of the soul, and gain Breathing and life for the Intelligible ; Find death, yet find it living. Deep a…