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… a mistress, wilder than a wife, ‘Who ratified our diabolic pact? God grant my life and yours be one, be one, One beyond possibility, no hour ‘But bring to ripeness in the royal sun ‘Some fruit of our fecundity, some flower Such as no spring of earth or heaven can show ;— Laylah! my Laylah! Laylah! Laylah! mine Irrevocably from the hour of woe When I broke in upon the crystal shrine! 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 …
CHICAGO MAY PART I—ROME Drceaner I ‘Tus is my hour of peace; the great sow snores, Blowing out spittle through her blubber lips, ‘Champagne and lust still oozing from the pores. Of her fat flanks; then, let my hate eclipse All other lamps of my pale soul, and flare— A curst star sparking in the strangled air! Her shapeless limbs are sticky with stale sweat; Yet, she would wake if I withdrew, belch hard The ferments of the fodder, turn, and fret This inch that is the ruins of a yard. Is there no sparrow, ram, ass, bull can stay The “ love"—dear …
CHICAGO MAY XI ‘She never lets me from her sight an hour. On one excuse, five minutes and no more! ‘And then—even then !—she fears to lose her power. T hear her heavy breathing at the door: She listens. “What's he doing?” One confesses That one must leave you to a pair of guesses. r, she will send me out, some time she feels She is safe, and when my back is turned, she runs Through all my pockets eagerly, and steals Each scrap of writing. She was human once : Her thirty years of whoring have snowed under All traces of it; and, by God, no wonder…
…shall get to you so soon This absence, a mere miserere sung, Seems dream. © moon! O mortifying moon! Quicken our love! O bring me to the hour, Minute and second when I lose, I lose All that I am in one fellatrix flower! Time, O the unsubstantial ! O the ooze Of nothingness! Come bring me to the kiss, ‘The comfort of thine all-availing breast | Bring me to the intolerable bliss ‘Whose recrudescence is eternal rest— Laylah! I come to you, I come to you— ‘Three thousand miles, what are they to a soul ‘Whose insight bafiles the blind blaze of blue …