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With him arose the ruddy and fair; He was right debonair. They twain to upper air and lower Advanced the eyes of power. Ay! but above the dead man’s head A lotus-flower was spread. Thence dripped the Amrita, whereby Life learneth not to die. The seventh in silence tended it Against the horror of the pit. ITI. Thus in a cage of wisdom lay The dead man, live as they. They hold him sacred from the sun, From death and dissolution. Within the charmédd space is naught Possible unto thought. 94
1906 · PDF PAGE 94
LE JOUR DES MORTS. AT Paris upon Dead Man’s Day I danced into the cemetery. The air was cool; the sun was gay; The scent of the revolving clay Made me most wondrous merry. Earth, after an agonizing bout, Had swallowed up a widow clean. The issue hung for long in doubt :— —QOh! anybody can make out The mystery I mean. The dead were dancing with the worms; The live were laughing with their lemans; The dead-alive were making terms With God, and notaries, and germs, With house-agents and demons. 86
1906 · PDF PAGE 87
…nearthly tune, Like phantom priests that strike and sound Sinister sistrons at the moon. And death’s insufferable perfume Beat the black air with golden fans As Turkis rip a Nubian’s womb With damascenéd yataghans. 79
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… foul and jam, slip, swerve, or stick. Clear off the chips, the blow goes true. Now, mister, off, my to you!” The last oath faded in the air. The poet woke and was aware 33
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…y hand And prayer unplanned Stretch fatuous to the void. Ah! men my friends, What fury sends This folly to intoxicate your hearts? Dread air disparts Your vital ways from these unsavoury follies, Black melancholies Sit straddled on your bended backs. The throne Of the unknown Is fit for children. We are too well ware How vain is prayer, How naught is great, since all is immanent, The vast content 56
1906 · PDF PAGE 88
Also the taste of dust long dead Of ancient queens corrupt and fair Struck through the temple, subtly sped By demons dominant of the air. Last, on the flesh there came a touch Like sucking mouths and stroking hands That laid their foul alluring smutch Even to the blood’s mad sarabands. So did the neophyte that would gaze Into dead Pharaoh’s awful eyes Start from incalculable amaze To clutch the initiate’s place and prize. He bore the blistering thought aloft: It blazed in battle on his plume: With sage and warrior enfeoffed, He rushed alone thr…
1906 · PDF PAGE 93
… kiss was Paradise That the soldier tasted there. And beyond the magnificent joy of death Shears through the sky, as a flame Ripping the air, the lightning breath Of the nation’s resonant fame. Hail! to the Hachiman deed well done! To the virile strength of a man! To the stainless blaze of the Rising Sun, The glory of Japan! 85
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Let there be caves of treasure rare Deep hidden in sepulchral seas ; And birds unheard-of darken air With royal wings, like argosies Sailing beneath magnific promontories ! Let Caliphs mete fantastic law And ebon eunuchs swing the sword So swift, so curved,—let voiceless awe Sit on the palace dome, to draw Some god’s destruction on its smiling lord! May many a maiden comely clad Revolve in convoluted curls, Till from each pliant pose I had (By virtue of her wondrous whirls) The illusion of a thousand dancing-girls! Let harlots robed in gold and…
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…ong Desired and long deferred? The Master— Ts he the secret of the song, Portent of triumph or disaster The night wind breathes upon the air Still shimmering from the fearful heat? Can I still trust who have learned to dare? All others I have known effete, Bid them await. Who knows to-day The purpose of the dread essay? Surely I, earlier, further fared! I knew the deed that closes clay, Division’s sword by sense unbared, A living lie. The deep delusion! Dividuality—confusion ! These I unmasked of yore. - To-day The hideous blue, the hideous gol…
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… soul were best to saddle His face, his arms the ass to straddle Since for his voice the part thus bare Would serve as well to scent the air. A. Where reverence ceases, ribald jest Breaks forth, the wise allow the rest. The perfect master stands confessed. 4. Why! I supposed your wrath would burst ; My name and number stand accurst In the great Order of the West ! A. Nay: Buddha smiles; ’twas Jesus wept! Arise, O brother and adept! XN. Master! A. The torture-hours are past. V. The peace of pain is mine at last. 28
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Feel your grasp tighten round my ribs until You crush me in the ecstasies that kill. Being away and breathing icy air I am half lover, caring not to care; Half-man again—a mere terrestrial ball Thus breaking up a spiritual thrall— Eh, my philosophers ?—half-man may yet deter- mine To get back manhood, shake the tree from bats: To change the trope a shade—get rid of vermin By using William Shakespeare’s ‘‘ Rough on Rats.” VI. Ah, love, dear love, sole queen of my affection, Guess you not yet what wheel of thought is spun? How out of dawn’s tumul…
1906 · PDF PAGE 52
…plash of murder. From them drips This heart’s blood; you have fed your fill on me. I am exhaust, a pale, wan phantom floating Aimless in air, than which I am thinner. You I see, more brilliant, of that sanguine hue (If anything be true that I can see). Full fed; you smile, a smile obscenely gloating On the voluptuous wreck your lust hath wrought. See the loose languor of precipitate thought These versicles exhale! How rude the rime! There is no melody; the tune and time Are broken. Thirteen centuries ago They would have said, ‘‘ Alas! the youth…