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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 27
…wer, Whence mortal dauntless may defy The malice of the age, the power Of fate or chance or deity! Even as in moonlight vale and hill In holy light and holy shade Are blest, so he that hath his will In the male mastery of his maid. Translucent, all my soul is bathed In that clear potency and calm ‘Swayed without wind, divinely swathed In silken silence breathing balm. The past is past! the future hangs A haze of grey to eastward woven, ‘A haze that only by the pangs Of the dawn’s birth may yet be cloven1 Ah, love! and may the night discede? ‘Th…
1914 · PDF PAGE 19
18 CHICAGO MAY v So snore, sow, snore and stink! Your knight shall keep The holy vigil at his lady's shrine; And when you wake, you shall not need to weep— ‘The grin of your mouth greets the smile of mine. ‘And when you paw and claw your placid prey Tl satisfy your lust, Chicago May! PART III—LA MANCHE 'HBRUARY 1 “Tex Abram raised the knife to slay his son. Does virtue bring about its own reward ? Not every virtue, nor to every one. In my case, anyhow, T thank the Lord ‘That showed me Glory to the great I AM!) A thicket, and the horns of—such a…
1914 · PDF PAGE 8
…GO MAY Or are you the mere brute, speech somehow caught By monkey mimicry—to mimic thought? You gabble art and music, mouth the names Of holy poets; sure a brute it is. Naught human could so prostitute the aims Of those high souls compact of light and bliss And truth. Shall mere anatomy refute? (The great sow snores)—oh, certainly a brute! Yet, if a brute, why should I hate you so? Because you are my own race turned to dung? ‘Things nearest to us plague us most, we know. ‘Why should such “why?” come tripping to my tongue ? It is love's shrine i…
1914 · PDF PAGE 24
…ater the eternal fire! Come, Laylah, come, my sister and my spouse, Bedeck yourself with nakedness, prepare To enter the most high, most holy house, Careless what gods or devils may be there. Love me! I love you, Laylah! Laylah! mine ‘Though time and space and force and being discede, Mine is the magic that has made me thine, Mine from sublime unconsciousness to deed. Laylah! oh God! the love of my whole life, ‘My life concentred in a single act, More than a mistress, wilder than a wife, ‘Who ratified our diabolic pact? God grant my life and yo…
1914 · PDF PAGE 23
22 CHICAGO MAY May God damn every hour that severs us! ‘May God excite each hour to holy joy ‘That breaks the bestially monotonous Madness and shame of your own boy, your boy That is no man, no beast, not even God In those pale hours that you and he apart Drain the black poison of the period, Smite all damnation into either heart— (© Jesus! is there pity, is there none? Is there no peace, no passion in the sky? Is there no fervour in the blasting sun To make a symphony of sympathy? ‘Oh, but if I were only with you—when ?— ‘Who knows if all our …