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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 9
…ists,” ‘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 setting to the rip…
1914 · PDF PAGE 18
CHICAGO MAY See! what a love is child of that pure hate, ‘What 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 m…
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
… as the trilling musick of her tongue, Her heart one flame—for me. The single goal Of this great purgatory of mine is she. God grant her hope to her, and mine to me! fa) ‘Thou all-beholding sun, whose beams Comfort the just and the unjust, Wake me from all these evil dreams Of this grey globe of greed and lust! Ah ! that is less than naught to Thee Which is the all, and more, to me! This is my grief; nor God, nor man Cares what thing earthly may befall. True self conceives a subtler plan, Nor heeds the changes in the All.
1914 · PDF PAGE 22
… God, too sad, too lonely To do no matter what. Since love began With the partition of the first one thing ‘That was itself, there is no hope to be But the eternal grace—the queen and king Of no commensurable ecstasy. Ah God! I am not with you even now: ‘The New Moon shines on a divided love— Christ! T will get to you somehow: somehow I will redeem the affright these cold hours prove. an
1914 · PDF PAGE 24
…! 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, 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 i…