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…s soft, strong, tiny hands? Well, history says it happened. But a man After all doesn't want to kiss Queen Anne! Ix fall Earth's hateful names I most abhor ‘The name of Mary. "Tis a bleat. Of course You must be Mary. Was there not one sore God could have spared to such a willing horse? Turn stripes to satire! So the only way Has been to cut the R out, and say “* May.” R, “the dog’s letter.” Why you are all R's! —I pray you pardon the two-pointed prong— ‘Must you keep up the stale romantic farce That you love sculpture, harmony, and song? Your g…
1914 · PDF PAGE 21
CHICAGO MAY He took the name of Bailey Bey ‘And tried to bilk Chicago May. Alas| he found her pearls were sham, Heer jewels coloured glass :— But not until my Mary's lamb Had been baptized an ass. Before the booby could say “ knife” He found that Mary was his wife! So now by night it’s baccarat, By noon it is blackmail, ‘Until some windy grandpapa Arrives to swell their sail— A combination gambling-hell And brothel near the Tour Eiffel. i Praise the Lord, O my soul! praise the Lord! Praise Him, the Father and the Friend of all, Whose service is…
1914 · PDF PAGE 14
…reaks the boy! n in sleep this hoariest of whores Maintains her reputation. Keep away ‘The breath of scandal from Chicago May! xiv T nicknamed you Chicago May because ‘Your husband was a broker in the “Pi And mother called you Mary; but the clause Holds yet another attribution. It Was a thief, prostitute, assassin—ch ?— Who rots in prison as “ Chicago May.” Her name I give you, hers! She walked the streets, And picked the pockets of her men ; blackmailed ‘Them, failing that ; a knife-thrust to complete Her repertory. That's all. I think she fai…
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
…ale of lust and greed — And yet you think men love you. Love, indeed1 Lie still, lie still, and let my heart run on From hate to—love. I name the one pure word ‘That she blasphemes ; her life's Satyricon Would taint all speech! Yet “love,” obscenely purred From whiskered lips, stillsends my spi To God from all this miry martyrdom. ‘There is a woman, true, fair, wise, and young, Her soul one flame for art and song, her soul Pure as the trilling musick of her tongue, Her heart one flame—for me. The single goal Of this great purgatory of mine is s…
1914 · PDF PAGE 13
… her days and nights in, Eked out with sleep and soddenness, a mood Of greed, of gluttony, that no one nice ‘Would dignify with the fine name of vice. ‘Vice needs imagination all the time. Tt is because the common pleasures pall ‘That man turns to monstrosity and crime. But you have need of none of this at all. ‘You like “what's natural.” Right: for you, in sum, Like Nature's self, abhor a vacuum! Oh, but there's mind! ‘There's folk that have a brain, ‘That need the food of spirit and of heart. There's folk that need love, pity, peace; disdain …