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… 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 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 tha…
1914 · PDF PAGE 6
CHICAGO MAY ‘True self is to all life immune As is the sun's self to the moon, ‘Yet this, that is not love, corrodes ‘That self, or clouds it. Lead me far From earth to the unmoved abodes ‘That lie beyond the utmost star! Ah, no! the martyr asks his Lord For martyrdom as his reward. Give me my pain, and let me keep My love! T have no fear to lose My hate: While now she lies asleep, T have one moment's power to choose. I choose the cross. My love shall gain ‘The price of all my Judas-pain. Il Pure hate is like pure love, a calm, a flow Of the pu…
1914 · PDF PAGE 18
…t—ob | unveil the Graal for me! What! you are past redemption thief and whore? It is for you I must give up my life. My maid is pure and true; she needs no more. You are the bitch that I must make my wife. Tlove her. Yes: then just that love demands Renunciation. Ay! love understands. 7
1914 · PDF PAGE 10
…easure in their load ; ‘The toad has got a jewel in its head— O Christ of God | I wish you were a toad! A toad is cold and clammy, it is true; But you are hot and sticky, and smell too. VIIL ““T thought I was worth something!” Yes, you are; ‘Worth what the jeweller and the old-clothes-man ‘And the pork-butcher offer. Soul's a star, (And that is why no woman ever loathes man.) Tf you've that star, how could I “ guess it, say,” From the inspection of your Milky Way?