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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 7
… 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 much is flesh, and how much more is fat. Not one thinks otherwise than “ Here is meat: God sends His maggots carrion to eat.” Not one conceives you otherwise. And you, Do you think otherwise? I sometimes feel There is some consciousness keeps peering through Y…
1914 · PDF PAGE 14
…e 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 failed To match your speech and breath : and you could rise To steal the pennies offa dead man's eyes. 13
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
CHICAGO MAY From A runs this one tale 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…
1914 · PDF PAGE 17
… ‘The pure drop that I found—but oh! my fate! No sooner starts the portent to your eyes ‘Than in your lust it must evaporate. I made you think and speak pure thoughts—but deed Is smothered in your goatishness and greed! I dragged you to the country, made you walk ‘And work and wash; but you were too far gone, Cheese can't be made, I find, by churning chalk, Eunuchs may safely swill satyrion, Plaster your cancers while you can the knife Comes all too late to give a chance of life. m1 Oh, but the soul is there| as pure and sweet As if you never h…
1914 · PDF PAGE 13
…t lacks beauty, passion, wit, and art. Yours is a mind that does not hesitate To find a word for such—" degenerate.” Xm It poisons me to think such thoughts: they mar ‘The crystal of my orgasm of hate. How can I fling from facets as they are ‘The unwavering light of it, the focussed fate? If I could only speak my thought, its curse Would char you, blast you from the Universe.