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1906 · PDF PAGE 115

Gargoyles

…he poet Crowley’s point. I think 42s nose is out of joint; He bet on justice being done ; And here—it’s really rather fun !— The unlucky devil devil-spurred Writes, climbs, does Yoga like a bird; Just as he was before he ‘* died,” The ass is never satisfied. He has only been here forty days, And has already writ six plays, Made eight new passes, one new peak, Is bound to do two more this week, And as for meditation! Hard he Soars from Dhyana to Samadhi; Writes wildly sloka after sloka, Storms the Arupa-Brahma-Loka, Disdains the mundane need of …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 47

Gargoyles

…solate road. Horror is sure of a safe abode Here in this heart, too pale for prayers, While over the Halls avenging stands Night, like a devil, with lidless eyes. 37

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1906 · PDF PAGE 41

Gargoyles

AU CAVEAU DES INNOCENTS. : 28th Oct., 1904. NIGHT, like a devil, with lidless eyes, Stands avenging over the Halls. Sleep there is none, for day awaits Tokens of toil; there is none that dies, Death being rest; there is none that calls, Voice being human; only the Fates Rattle the dice at a sombre game, Game without goal of peace or fame. Sinister, sombre, horrors and hates Lurk in the shadows, under the walls. Light deceives, and the darkness lies. Love there is none; he is child of peace: Joy there is none; she is bride of force: Thought ther…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 15

Gargoyles

…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

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1906 · PDF PAGE 55

Gargoyles

Is it that so the wheel may whirl again, That some dull devil in my ear may show me: ‘* For Johnthe Baptist’s head—so danced Salome!”? VIII. Then, in God’s name forbear! It does not matter. Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter. Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well. For heaven they balance us an equal hell. We discard both ; an infinite Universe Remains; we sum it up—an infinite curse. So—am I aman? I lack my wife’s embrace. Am I outworn? I see the harlot’s face. Is the love better and the knowledge worse? Shall I seek kn…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 113

Gargoyles

…belles Rave in a hula-hula?—Hell’s! Fragonard, Rops, had lined the walls With wild indecent bacchanals, And bawdy photographs attest The Devil’s taste to be the best. 1 Japanese coin worth a small portion of a penny. 2 The indecent dance of the South Seas. 105

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1906 · PDF PAGE 52

Gargoyles

… rime! There is no melody; the tune and time Are broken. Thirteen centuries ago They would have said, ‘‘ Alas! the youth! We 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

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1906 · PDF PAGE 83

Gargoyles

You cannot guess?—false devil that you are! To Cruelty’s add calm’s analysis! You love me? Yes—then crown me a bearded Sar Bull-breasted by my sleek Semiramis! Did you not hear those men below? They spoke Of one I think you have forgotten long; Talked of his ruined life—half as a joke— But I— But I—it is my whole heart’s song! I love you when I think of his pale lips Twitching, and all his curls of gold awry; Your smile of poison as he sighs and sips; Your half-scared laughter as his heart-beats die— Let him creep on, a shattered, ruined thing!…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 46

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… 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 Earth’s darling daughters! How could I sing you?—you have always seemed Unto the saucy driveller as he dreamed Like a rich sunset seen on tropic waters— (Your eyes effulgent from a thousand slaughters 40

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