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…hat hope the heritor of that despair! All I destroyed 1 save, I recreate. ‘What things shall be annihilate what were. Evil was made that good might come thereby, And life to show us it is good to die! Iv O love! O love! lost, lost beyond all hope! 1 plunged too deep within the mire! I strove To master worlds beyond my horoscope 1 sought out hate, and found it only love. I did invoke pure scorn, and lo! appears The pale veiled goddess of immortal tears. Vile, mean, debauched, a mass of muck you are: “Tis you, and none but you, I came to save. Tl…
1914 · PDF PAGE 7
CHICAGO MAY ‘That sets all loathing tingling through my spine, This hate, hate, hate of this “ good luck” of mine! ag Good luck! God save us! Is there one thing worth Gold buys? You bought love; here's the goods! For health, Look at the ploughman toiling in the earth ! Disease and hatred won you by your wealth, ‘And scorn—foul scorn—even from the tipsy knaves ‘You fling your dollars to, and think them slaves! Each one of all the maggots that swarm round ‘Your swollen carcass knows exactly that; What is too rotten, what is fairly sound, ‘How muc…
1914 · PDF PAGE 9
…t and the “ specialists,” ‘Apes of those mirror-minded Onanists! Is there no balm in Gilead? . . . Ah, but soap! Ab, but hot water and a good rough towel! “Hope springs eternal "—then there may be hope ‘That, taking up the pick-axe for the trowel, And resolute to drive through thick and. thin, ‘Weld excavate the ruins of your skin, ‘The pioneers know where to delve, for there Hell's beacon burns, a brazier to absorb Al fats and powders in the world, and flare A portent, a vast venerable orb ! Redder and shinier sure no sunset glows— Hail in his…
1914 · PDF PAGE 12
…tole ‘What she had given me herself: she took The body, wants the mind, would take the soul If she knew any longer where to look. No, my good sow. You take what you have paid for; ‘The other matters you were never made for. ‘That is her curse. She feels and knows she has Nothing of any value, feels and knows She is cast out for ever, cannot pass From her own mire to my eternal snows. She could not, would not; yet is not exempt From feeling all my close-concealed contempt.