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THE STUMBLING-BLOCK. I ALMOST wonder if I ought To hymn this height of human pain: To enter into Jones’s thought I’d have to work with Jones’s brain. Terrestrial speech is wholly vain To carry meaning as it ought :— To enter into Jones’s thought I'd have to work with Jones’s brain. This is the High God’s cruel sport: To enter into Jones’s thought And make its inner meaning plain, I’d have to work with Jones’s brain. 3o0
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…st thou a gilder lurks within The atom? What should Nature hold Of aureate save a mind begin Colour-conception? Then we win To think our thought itself a chance Grafted upon the circumstance Of cerebrin and lethicin. A. Til fares the rifleman that holds The muzzle to his eye. Yon gold’s Mental: enough! the mind is all. N. No: this is but a slave in thrall To matter’s motion. We deny A causeless cause, an entity Beyond experience, that tricks Our folly with his idle claim To be because we feel it. A. Sticks The reason there? N. We choose a name …
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…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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Kneel down, dear maiden o’ mine, and let your eyes Get knowledge with a soft and glad surprise! Who would have thought you would have had it in you? Say nothing: on the contrary, continue! 113 I
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…he universe revolves, then cracks, Then roars in dissolution due; And I am counting up the gains And losses of a life afire With dust of thought and dulled desire. Il, So, all is over. I admit Futility the lord of will. Life was an episode, for me 5
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… AND THE BHIKKHU: A TALE OF THE TENTH IMPURITY. (From the Pals.) I. LiIsTEN! The venerable monk pursued His path with downcast eyes; his thought re- volved Ever in closer coils serenely screwed About the Tenth Impurity. Dissolved All vision of his being but of one Thing only, his sun-whitened skeleton. II. A dainty lady sick of simple life, Chained to the cold couch of some vapid man, Put on her jewels, off the word of wife, Resolved to play the painted courtesan; 96
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…of things—and ladies— Engages my attention. Well! You know enough of life in Hell. I was an altruist, my brothers! My life one long kind thought for others: For me six maidens wear the willow :— Poisoning is a peccadillo. Hence I’m disposed to give advice, Simple, if possibly not nice; Shun life! an awkward task and deep. But if you cannot, then—shun sleeep! (Suppose I thus had prophesied, Gone to my wife to bed, and died !) 109
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…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
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…ragrant root, the odorous gum, Myrrh, aloes, or olibanum :— Anon, like memories of love, they pass! They pass, and all the wonder-web Of thought and being is unrolled Like sombre tides there flow and ebb Wonderful things! not to be told: Beautiful things! and images of gold. The touch of brown Habiba’s breast, The brimming lip, the cheek of down, The dainty dovelet in its nest: These fade, as ever a palimpsest Like autumn vanishes from gold to brown. 61
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…ues 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 the enchanted glade, 49
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…er 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 there is none; it is birth:—there fell 35
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…. There is no mass, nor any sound. Still, in the lampless heart of ocean, Fasten me down and hold me drowned Within thy womb, within thy thought, Where there is naught—where there is naught ! 73
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…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 through tower and tomb. The myriad men, the cohorts armed, Are shred like husks: the ensanguine brand 80
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… Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray? Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak To stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and.deed ! To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes 57
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…s Mere nature; underneath the crown Of dusky emeralds there streams A river of bliss to sluice me down With blood and tears, to drown my thought, To bring my being into naught. 69
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Nor shall the mind revoke at ease These myriad cressets from the sun; Constrained in sober destinies Thought’s river shall its ripples run Into the one, the one, the one, the one. Bursting the universe, a grip Girds me to God; aha! the bliss! Begone, frail tortures wrung from whip, Weak joys sucked hard from leman’s lip, Ye are naught at all, are naught at all, in this! But brown Habiba’s fawn-wide gaze And white Zuleikha’s drowsy glance Woo me to waking unto day’s Delight from night’s unmeasured trance :— To drink, to dally, to desire, to danc…
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… done. A. A trick to cheat a child. NV. It is the truth that I am naught. Hear what I have gathered in the wild, Flowers of imperishable thought With glory and with rapture clothed. This being, thinking, loved or loathed, 26
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…n 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 tumultuous dejection And not from noon springs up the splendid sun? Not till the house is swept and garnished well Rise seven other devils out of hell. VII. This is the circle; as the manhood rises And laughter and rude rime engage my pen; ‘ 43
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…e). 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! 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