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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 20
…e mean slave could procure ‘Was this—thrown out on some manure. He took it to the harem, told The tale; it wheezed the sot Whose palsied eyes with rapture rolled At hearing he had got In his old age (his youth was wild ) A real live beautiful male child. ‘This blinking bastard lived to be A thief, a renegade, ‘To cheat at cards, to fight and flee A volunteer brigade Of Greeks, Armenians, and Jews With all to loot, and naught to lose. He failed to ogle men, but learnt ‘The art of bilking whores :— ‘The Turks, who should have had him burnt, But t…
1914 · PDF PAGE 14
… Her repertory. That's all. I think she failed To match your speech and breath : and you could rise To steal the pennies offa dead man's eyes. 13
1914 · PDF PAGE 15
…in all love's lore There is no word for love—oh, snore, sow, snore! 1 am rigid with my hate; the brain stands still, Frozen in hate, the eyes one frightful glare. ‘Oh, may sleep save me—or the twitch and thrill Of ecstasy—and yet I hardly dare. Anything but to wake (dear God, I pray!) To the mad maulings of Chicago May.
1914 · PDF PAGE 17
…CAGO MAY 1 Could I have forced you once to crystallize ‘The pure drop that I found—but oh! my fate! No sooner starts the portent to your eyes ‘Than in your lust it must evaporate. I made you think and speak pure thoughts—but deed Is smothered in your goatishness and greed! I dragged you to the country, made you walk ‘And work and wash; but you were too far gone, Cheese can't be made, I find, by churning chalk, Eunuchs may safely swill satyrion, Plaster your cancers while you can the knife Comes all too late to give a chance of life. m1 Oh, but …
1914 · PDF PAGE 7
… conceives you otherwise. And you, Do you think otherwise? I sometimes feel There is some consciousness keeps peering through Your bat's-eyes, as a soul in hell might steal To the edge of the abyss that bars salvation, And glare its knowledge of its own damnation. v Is it for this you gorge and swill—to mask That death’s-head? In the senses drown all sense? For this that love's a toil, a trade, a task, A labour Hercules might call immense?
1914 · PDF PAGE 24
= CHICAGO MAY Could we not trick this trickery of hell's ?— ‘Suppose we died in one another's arms! Let us not wait for age to dull our eyes! Let us take death by his black throat and die! Let us add murder to our mysteries, ‘And face the devil together, you and I Let us find hope in uttermost despair, Delight in our division, new desire In the black fate that takes us unaware, In death's dark water the eternal fire! Come, Laylah, come, my sister and my spouse, Bedeck yourself with nakedness, prepare To enter the most high, most holy house, Car…