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To mountains strange with golden snows, To gardens green with many a rose, To secrets past the sense of sense, Skies virgin of experience, Untrodden avenues of mind, Things far from hurrying humankind. Thus spins out life its splendid charm :— Live, love, enjoy, yet do no harm. No rose of thought may bear or breed The poisonous thorn of word and deed. Call ** homo sapiens ” him who thinks ; Talkers and doers—missing links! Such songs are twilight’s, when I stretch My limbs, and wander down to fetch My water from the cool cascade, My wood from t…
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EPILOGUE. PRAYER. THE light streams stronger through the lamps of sense. Intelligence Grows as we go. Alas: its icy glimmer Shows dimmer, dimmer The awful vaults we traverse. Were the sun Himself the one Glory 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
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… knees My bearded head is lazily lain, Shows like some stirring of the breeze Fluctuant in the poppied grain, No more at all: the vulgar sense is slain. Of all the world alone abides The faint perfume of Patchouli, That subtle death in love; it glides Across the opening dream, derides The fetich folly, immortality. Awake, O dream! Let distant bells And vague muezzins haunt the ear, Gaunt camels kneel by dusky wells, Imagination greyly hear: Allahu akbar! Allahu kabir! Over inhospitable sands Let the simoom its columns spin ! In snowy vales, unt…
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…e foundation of the rock!” The miner swore. ‘* You —— fool! You clever ! go to school And college and be ——-! Strike you! There ain’t no sense in forty like you! If I don’t clear this muck, the pick Will 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
1906 · PDF PAGE 78
… sneer, The marvellous lust of her, I bring Unto my body bright and clear (Dropped poison in a water spring!) To fill me with the utmost sense Of some divine experience. For who but she, the adulterous queen, Made earth and heaven with all its stars, The storm, the hunger epicene, The raging at invisible bars, The hideous cruelty of the whole?— These are of Kali, O my soul! The sterile force of bronze and gold Bends to my passion, as it grips With feverish claws the metal cold, And burns upon the brazen lips That, parted like a poppy bud, Have …
1906 · PDF PAGE 17
… to slay the Sphinx. x. Things as they are—of these take hold, Their heart of wonder throb to thine! All things are matter and force and sense, No two alone. All’s one: the gold Of truth is no reward divine Of faith, but wage of evidence. The clod, the God, the spar, the star Mete in thy measure, as they are xi. So lifts the agony of the world From this mine head, that bowed awhile Before the terror suddenly shown. 9
1906 · PDF PAGE 114
…ky young fellow! Brave and clever! This sort of thing goes on for ever,” IX, On earth I dreaded impotence, Age, death. You see, I had no sense. Best be an old man ere you die; They wish insensibility, So are their pains the duller. Hell Is managed infinitely well 106
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Nay, let all light, all things, but cease! Sense is the seal of double rule. The million oracles that run Out of the mouth of God the fool are not myself. To nothing turn! To nothing look! Then, then !—discern Nothing, that one may one remain. So I am paid the horrible pain That these my brothers ordered me. I look upon their brows—I see Signs many and deep of torture past; A star, yon star, true peace at last. (There approach an aged man, riding upon an ass, with a led ass, and a Nubian servant.) The Adept. In the name of God, the One, the Gre…
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…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 gold Of sky and sand their wrath unrolled, Their agony and hate proclaimed. . Is it that night shall kiss to peace The furious carnival that flamed Its ruinous ardour from the sun? 24,
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…nce 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
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…th of the thieves and whores Close as they cram in the maw of the pit, Sick with the stench of the kisses that rave Round me, surfeiting sense, in scores; Mad with their meaning, I smoke and sit Riming at random through my teeth, Gray with the mire of the slough beneath, Deep in the hearts that revel in it, Drowned in the breath of the hell that pours In the heart of Paris its infamous wave. Damning the soul of God, I rise, Stumble among the dissolute bands, 36