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1906 · PDF PAGE 91

Gargoyles

One kiss is hers full rank and red— Do you sip at her lip? Hell hangs on her fangs ! She loves; love laughs at pity! Then who will up to taste her mouth? Who on her mount and ride? Look to the North, the West, the South! There is carnage vulture-eyed. Then who will suck the breath of death, The swift and glittering bride ? The bride that clings as a snare with springs To the warrior’s stricken side? A shudder struck the hidden men As the maniac’s mouthings ceased. Then, kindling, rose a roar: ‘‘ Spread, spread the furtive feast ! The wine of ag…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 107

Gargoyles

…treatment or accident are distinctly visible in it: for example, he who by nature or training or both was a tall man while he was alive, will remain as he was, after he is dead; and the fat will remain fat; and soon; and the dead man who in life had a fancy to have flowing hair, will have flowing hair. And if he was marked with the whip and had the prints of the scourge, or of wounds in him when he was alive, you might see the same in the dead body; and if his limbs were broken or misshapen when he was alive, the same appear- ance would be visi…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 120

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…g-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret, I had imagined, by enduring nature, Thetwin gods ‘‘ Thus-will-I” and ‘‘ May-be-yet.” God, keep us most from ill, , What time the King-Ghost grips the will! Silver and rose and gold what flame resurges? What living light pours forth in emerald waves? What inmost Music drowns the clamorous dirges? —Shrieking they fly, the King-Ghost and his slaves. Lord, let Thy Ghost indwell, And keep us from the power of Hell! | AMEN. 112

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1906 · PDF PAGE 29

Gargoyles

Nay? Are you coy? Then I will catch your hips and hold you wild and shy Until your very struggles set your velvet buttocks all a-swing, Until their music lulls you to unfathomable ecstasy, O kissable Tarshitering! Note.—This poem is probably the original of the well- known Hindu love song : ‘** Thora thairo, Tenduk, thora thairo, tum ! Thora thairo, thairo thora, thora thairo, tum !” 2!

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1906 · PDF PAGE 13

Gargoyles

…unting 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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1906 · PDF PAGE 103

Gargoyles

There in their equilibrium They float—how still, how numb! There must they rest, there will they stay Innocent of the judgment day. Remote from cause, effect retires. Act slays its dams and sires. There is no hill, there is no pit. They have no mark to hit. It is enough. Closed is the sphere. There is no more to hear. They perish not; they do not thrive. They are at rest, alive, The Seven Wise Men of Martaban; And, moribund, the man. 95

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1906 · PDF PAGE 90

Gargoyles

…yally maniac man. A bitter craft Is mine, he saith, O soldiers of Japan ! I am the brothel-knave of death, The grimly courtesan. Now who will up and kiss her lips, Or grip her breast and bone? The subtle life she shears and snips Is harder gained than gone; The lover’s laughter whom she clips Is but a dying groan. She lieth not on a gilded bed In the city without the city. 82

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1906 · PDF PAGE 10

Gargoyles

…eavens and hells. But I not only heard and understood and lived; I sounded and imposed and begat: you must also do both, or the universe will still be a mystery to you as to the others.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 43

Gargoyles

…u 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

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1906 · PDF PAGE 19

Gargoyles

…r type of man May surely generate, o’ nights Our lesser brains we vainly vex. Our knowledge lacks; we miss the plan. Fools hope our luck will set to rights Our skill that ’s baulked. Yet now we know At least the way we wish 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

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1906 · PDF PAGE 92

Gargoyles

…glittering steel they wheel—they reel? They are steady again and straight! The dull brute Christians red with the weal Of the knout—they will not wait! 84

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1906 · PDF PAGE 111

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…mbryos Who seek to live? Yes, God is wise Enough to set a snare for lies As well as truths. The soul content On earth in his own element Will be content from flesh released. But he who strives to be a beast Or strives to be a god; would gain Long bliss for a few hours of pain, Or struggles for no matter what, Continues. I would rather not. Vv. That puzzle’s grief I did not share Because on earth I did not care. I met a grave philosopher— Had sought most nobly not to err Probing God’s Nature. See his lobes Swell with hell’s torment! Still he pro…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 48

Gargoyles

… bower Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood Whereon a man might sleep for ever, until Death should surprise him, kiss his weary will Into the last repose, profounder power Than life could compass. Now I tax my skill To find another holier name, some flower 38

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