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…ou seek deeper than the fact? Take refuge in a city of mind? Build thee an house, and call it heaven? Rush on! there foams the cataract, Blind steersman leader of the blind, Sole devil herald of the seven Thy garnished halls should house, O Christ, Thou being dead, thou sacrificed 7
…y of space, he would but illustrate The night of Fate. Are not the hosts of heaven in vain arrayed? Their light dismayed Before the vast blind spaces of the sky? O galaxy Of thousands upon thousands closely curled! Your golden world 55
… all three the saga saith: There is no joy in life but death. There is this limit set to lust: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. O fools and blind that sickly strive To amass, to glut yourselves, to swive, 46
Incalculably small, its closest cluster Mere milky lustre Staining the infinite darkness! Base and blind Our minion mind Seeks a great light, a light sufficient, light Insufferably bright, So hidden for an hour: imagining This vast vain thing, We call it God, and Father. Empty 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 unkno…
…sh to go. XV. This task assume! Colossal mind And toil transcending, concentrate Not on the metaphysic wild; Not on the deserts vast and blind Of dark Religion; not on Fate, The barren ocean; but the Child Shows us a beacon in the night; A lens to lure and lend the light. II
…I dare to seek the austere ordeal That drags the hoodwink of the Real Back from the Maker’s livid eyes Lustred with hate. At noon I came Blind in the desert, saw the sun Leap o’er the edge, a fury of flame 1 Intended as the prologue to a history of an initiate in semi-dramatic form. 22
…is oval sealed with grave magnificence Stamped you my queen. Thus looked your lips to one Who stood a casual on life’s slippery ledge, A blind bat hanging from the tree of sense Head downward, gorged with sweet banana juice, Indifferent to—incapable of—aught Beyond these simple reflexes. Is thought, Even the highest thought, of any use? IV. We are not discussing metaphysics now. I see below the beautiful low brow 1 Rembrandt. 41
…mes I strove to slay me: filled My mouth with sand to choke my breath. In vain! No loftier purpose willed The iron miracle of death. So, blind and strangled, I survive. So, with my skin a single scar, I hail the night, the night alive With Hathor for the evening star. O beauty! See me broken, burned Lone on the languorous Lybian plain! Is there one lesson to be learned 23
…know , This devil hath from him plucked the immortal soul,” 7 say: you have dulled my centres of control! v. If you were with me, I were blind to this: Ready to drain my arteries for your kiss, 42
…he lot of us— Your spell is cracked within the ring! Behold How Christ with clay worth more than any gold Cleared the man’s eyes! So the blind amorous Is blinded with the horror of the truth He sees this moment. Foolish prostitute! You slacked your kiss upon the sodden youth In some excess of confidence, decay Of care to hold him—can I tell you which? Down goes the moon—one sees the howling bitch ! The salmon you had hooked in fin and gill You reel unskilfully—he darts away. Alas! you devil, but you hold me still! III. O first and fairest of Ea…