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…nst to obsess me first that Easter Eve, When, from the contemplation of is pain, I turned to look into my own heart's heave, And saw the bloody nails made fast again. Thou cam’st to obsess me first that Easter Eve ! The lustre of old jet was over thee, And through thy body coursed the scented blood § Thy flesh was full of amvrous ecstasy : Polished, and gloomier than some black full flood, The lustre of old jet was over thee ! In thy great brazen blackness I am bathed ; Through all thy veins, like curses, my blood runs ; In all thy flesh my nak…
1905 · PDF PAGE 138
…read her bosom to devise I'resh blossoms of the heart of hell And secret joys of Jezebel. Her lips are fastened to my breast To suck out blood in feverish tides ; The token of her I possessed, Still on my withered cheek abides. Thus slowly the desire grows To kill and have her yet—who knows? Part II. T know. When Ramoth-Gilead's field Grew bloody with hot ranks of dead, IT smote amain with sword and shield ; My brows with mingled blood were red ; And on my cheek the kiss of hell, The hatred of ny Jezebel. I waited many days. At last The rushing…
1905 · PDF PAGE 130
…essel’s beak With utmost fury to the North, to dye Our prows with seaweed, such as wise men seek For cleansirz of their altars with slow blood Wrenched trom the long dark leaves, with fingers weak With age and toil ; to stem the restless flood That boils between the islands ; to attain The ultimate ice, where some calm hero stood And looked one last time for a sail in vain, And looking upward not in vain, lay down And died, to pass where cold and any pain Are not. So still the night is, like the crown Most white of the high God that glittereth …
1905 · PDF PAGE 42
…d: the height is as the deep, Twin breasts of one white dove; Death’s face is as the face of Sleep, And Lust is likest Love. And with my blood I forced the door That guards the palaces of sin ; I reached the lake’s cinereous! shore ; I passed those groves within. My blood was wasted in her veins, To freshen them, who stood like death, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains With heavy kissing breath. I said: Our Lady is as God, Her hell of pain as heaven above; Death’s feet, like Sleep’s, with fire are shod, And Lust is likest Love. Our Lady crushed me …
1905 · PDF PAGE 139
… Her murders and her blasphemies, Her whoredoms, God has paid at last; Upon my bosom close she lies; Her carnal spirit holds me fast. My blood, my infamy, my pain, Seal my subjection and her reign. My veins poured out her marriage cup, For holy water her cruel tongue ; For blessing of white hands raised up, These perfumed infamies unsung; For God’s breath, her sharp tainted breath ; For marriage bed, the bed of death. The hounds that scavenge, fierce and lean, Snarl in the moonlight ; in the sky The vulture hangs, a ghost unclean ; The lewd hyz…
1905 · PDF PAGE 82
…ps of innocent girlhood that call me Father ; but my lips must wreathe smiles no more, But set in fearful strength of purpose toward The blood of enemies, in horrid gouts And hideous fountains leaping from great gashes, Rather than that belovéd blood that wells Fervent and red-rose-wise in loving breasts, And little veins of purple in the arms, Or cheeks that are already flushed with it, To crimson them with the intense delight Of eyes that meet and know the spirit dwells Beyond their profound depth in sympathy. Nay, my delight must find some d…
1905 · PDF PAGE 171
… sands Run through the glass, and all the light is gone. Abysses without name the mighty power Spans with spread fingers; on the horizon Blood stains the setting sun, The shattered sun ; it shall not rise again ! No resurrection to the trampled flower, No hope to angels watching as in vain Love—lies—slain ! Madness and Terror and the deadly mood of Fortitude, A misbegotten brood Of all things shameful—O the desolate eyes Of the cold Christ enthroned! The weep- ing heaven Answers for angels: the oppressive skies See them dislink from bodily form…
1905 · PDF PAGE 113
… the desecrated god, in hells Of darkness, where the mitred vampire dwells, Where still death reigns, and God and priests are fed, Man’s blood for wine, man’s flesh for meat and bread, The lands of murder, of the obscene things That snarl at freedom, broken by her wings, That prop the abomination, cringe and smile, Caressing the dead fetich, that defile With hideous sacraments the happy land. Destruction claims its own; the hero’s hand Grips the snake’s throat; yea, on its head is set The heel that crushes it, the serpent wet With that foul blo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 9
…eams. My brain Beats to the double stroke; the double strain Warps its gray fibres; all the dream is wrought A spider-tapestry ; the old blood-stain Spreads through the air Some hot contagious growth to slay men unaware, Il. I have discovered God! His ghastly way Of burning ploughshares for my naked feet Lies open to me—shall I find it sweet To give up sunlight for that mystic day That beams its torture, whose red banners beat Their radiant fire Into my shrivelled head, to wither Love’s desire? III. I was a child long years ago, it seems, Or mo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 215
…y clamorous cries of murder. abysses Loom in the vista keen eyes penetrate, Vague forecasts of immeasurable fate. Strange O thou belovéd blood, that wells and weeps ! O thou belovéd mouth, that beats and bleeds ! O mystic bosom where some serpent sleeps, Sweet mockery of a thousand saintlier creeds ! Even I, that breathe your perfume, taste your breath, Know, even this hour, ye are not life, but death! No death ye bring more godlike than de- sire, When seas roar tempest-lashed, and foam is flung Raging on pitiless crags, and gloomy fire Lurks i…
1905 · PDF PAGE 233
…the First (not ‘‘ was”), and is the Last (Not ‘‘will be’’), what end? What is the symbol I am set to find? What is that burning heart of blood to spend Caught in a sunset with the night behind, The Grail of God? I would that I were blind ! Then why travel? To I would that I were desolate and dumb, Naked and poor! That He might mani- fest A crimson glory subtly caught and come, An opal crucible of Alkahest ! 3 And yet—what gain of vital gold expressed? 1 A vessel containing the blood of Jesus. See Malory, ‘‘ Morte d’Arthur.” 2 Sat-Chit-Ananda, t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 131
…hin the side; I leap Back to my dead love; back, desiring so ‘That they had killed me, for [ cannot weep. They killed her, and a mist of blood consumes My sight ; they killed my lover in her sleep. The breeze has freshened, and the water fumes, The vessel races on beneath the sky ; Beneath herjbows the eager billow spumes. I wonder whither, and I wonder why. No ray of light this sea of blood illumes. I wonder whether God will let me die. IN THE WOODS WITH SHELLEY. SING, happy nightingale, sing; Past is the season of weeping ; Birds in the wood …
1905 · PDF PAGE 59
…ore sweet than man may say. I bend my head to kiss the brow, Scarred and serene and wide, The bosom and the loin-cloth now And where the blood has dried, The blood whose purple tide doth flow From out the smitten side. The fragrance of his skin begets Desire of holy things ; Through the dim air a spirit frets His closcly woven wings; Like love, upon my brow he sets The crowns of many kings. (The trembling demons of the sea Before the poet bend ; Ife greets the angels quietly as one who greets a friend ; Ile waiteth, passionless, to be A witness…
1905 · PDF PAGE 159
…s Ilorus dead, There Isis slain. We have no leader left. MESSENGER. The fight is doubtful. We may conquer still. AMENHATEP. By this shed blood and desecrated shrine And horrible hour of madness, may it be That all the evil fortune of the land, Created of these dead iniquities, Burn its foul flame out. Are ye not appeased, Even ye, O Powers of Evil, at this shame And sacrilege? And ye, Great Powers of Good, Hath not enough of misery been wrought, Enough of expiation? We have sinned, But our iniquity he purged away, Who as avenger hath denied his…
1905 · PDF PAGE 61
… Let her flower die, And banished them through space, as if a star Dropped through the far Vault of the sky, and, as a lamp extinct With blood-red tinct, Went out. So lonely in mysterious night A wild, strange light Flickers around the sacred head of man, And bids him scan The scroll of heaven, and see if there be not, Black with no. blot Of cloud, but golden lettered on the blue That mothers dew, This message of good hope, good trust, good fate And good estate : ‘* Work on, hope ever, let your faith be built Of gold ungilt ; Your love exceed t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 127
120 MYSTERIES: LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC Its song. But now I turn to thee, whose eyes Blaze on me with such look as flesh and blood May never see and live; for so it burns Into the innest being of the spirit And stains its vital essence with a brand Of fire that shall not change; and shudder- ing I Gaze back, spirit to spirit, with the like Insatiable desire, that never quenched, Nor lessened by sublime satiety, But rather crescent, hotter with the flame Of its own burning, that consumes it not, Because it is the pure white flame of God. I shudder, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 192
…onstrous, a storm, a sea. sickening for some In that desire their hands are strained and wrung ; In that most infinite passion beats the blood, And bursting chants of amorous agony flung To the void Hell, are lost, not nnderstood, Unheard by evil or good. Their sighs attract the unsubstantial shapes Of other women, and their kisses burn Cold on the lips whose purple blood escapes, A thin chill stream; they feel not nor discern, Nor love’s low laugh return. They kiss the spiritual dead, they pass Like mists uprisen from the frosty moon, Like sha…
1905 · PDF PAGE 140
… spirit for your skin! O bitter love, consuming all my will! O love destroying, that hast drained my life Of all those fountains of dear blood that fll My heart! wife ? Would I content you with one touch divine To flood your spirit with the clinging strife O woman, would I call you Of perfect passionate joy, the joy of wine, The drunkenness of extreme pleasure, hlled From sin’s amazing cup? Oh, mine, mine, mine, Mine, if your kisses maddened me or killed, Mine, at the price of my damnation deep, Mine, if you will, as once your glances willed ! …
1905 · PDF PAGE 235
…, The Winepress, and the Beauty! Puerile And pagan to that old mysterious one, The awful Light and the anointed Vial, The Dawning of the Blood, even as a smile :— Even asa smile on Beauty’s burning cheek— Ha! Inacircle? As this journey is? How vain is man’s imagining and weak ! Begod! my lady, and my lady’s kiss? Back swing we to the pitiful abyss, Liken God’s being to the life of man. So reason staggers. Angels, answer me ! Ye who have watched the far unfolding plan— How is time shorter than eternity? Prove it and weigh! By mind it cannot be. …
1905 · PDF PAGE 206
…e the Soul re-arisen from the embrace of Sin. Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, flesh, and fire, So to slip down between Thighs vast and epicene, Morose and lean, To that unnameable morass, the ultimate mire. Wherefore behoves the Soul that l…