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… 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 Jesus |—of Chicago May? u Like salt pools in a marsh her skin is, soiled With labours and abortions, stained and red With her low birth and her high feeding, spoiled With moles and wens, and fat, fat, fat. To Z
1914 · PDF PAGE 19
18 CHICAGO MAY v So snore, sow, snore and stink! Your knight shall keep The holy vigil at his lady's shrine; And when you wake, you shall not need to weep— ‘The grin of your mouth greets the smile of mine. ‘And when you paw and claw your placid prey Tl satisfy your lust, Chicago May! PART III—LA MANCHE 'HBRUARY 1 “Tex Abram raised the knife to slay his son. Does virtue bring about its own reward ? Not every virtue, nor to every one. In my case, anyhow, T thank the Lord ‘That showed me Glory to the great I AM!) A thicket, and the horns of—such a…
1914 · PDF PAGE 16
CHICAGO MAY PART II—LONDON Jaxvary I Ap yet I have been faithful : T have tried All a man might to wake a soul within The lazar life of you, sought single-eyed Salvation for you—even through your sin, Alas! you cannot sin ; for sin means will. Chicago May can only gorge and swill. ‘Oh! T have flamed at you, thrust deep my ki Into the fat about your hampered heart! I would have taken you to be my wife; T would have doctored you with love and art. With the first quarter-glass of dry champagne ‘The rift that was clouds hopelessly again. Ah, but I …
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
…ory 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 15
…in hate, the eyes one frightful glare. ‘Oh, may sleep save me—or the twitch and thrill Of ecstasy—and yet I hardly dare. Anything but to wake (dear God, I pray!) To the mad maulings of Chicago May.