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124° MYSTERIES : Lifted, and in the shadow far behind Dim and divine, within the shadow blind. My own love’s face most amorously draw Out of the deep toward my cloudy mind. And suddenly I felt a kiss enclose My whole live body, as a rich red rose Folding its sweetness round the honey-bee. I felt a perfect soul embracing me, And in my spirit like a river flows A passion like the passion of the sea.
…ine. So clinging fibres of desire control My perfect body, and my perfect soul Shot flakes of light toward him, and my eyes, Seeking his face, were made divinely wise. So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk - I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke, And grew immense about him and within, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier and knew There was no sin. His lips reluctant grew Ardent at last as recognizing me, And love’s wild tempest sweeps upon his sea. . And I, I knew not anything, but know We are still silent,…
…ere making feast. So with no heart to feast, I joined the mirth, Mingled the dances that resound the earth, And laughing looked in every face of guile, And answered fans with quick and subtle smile ; Ten thousand little loves were brought to birth, Ten thousand loves that laughed a little while. No; for one woman did not laugh, too wise, But came so close, and looked within my eyes So deeply that I saw not anything. Only her eyes grew, as a purple ring Shielding the sun, they grew, they uttered lies— They fascinate and cleave to me and cling. A…
…rought me where they sang to censers swung A grotesque hymn before her body brown. For Sin was like a woman, and her feet Shone, and her face was like the windy wheat; Her eyes were keen and horrible and cold, Her bronze loins girdled with the sacred gold ; Her lips were large, and from afar how sweet ! How fierce and purple for a kiss to hold ! om . But somehow blood was black upon them ; blood In stains and clots and splashes; and the mud Trampled around her by the souls that knelt, |