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Page 1 of 11914 · PDF PAGE 15
…y would smile and say : How this young satirist exaggerates! If they could see me, they would all go gray ‘With horror, know there is no word in hate’s Roll to speak hate, just as in all love's lore There is no word for love—oh, snore, sow, snore! 1 am rigid with my hate; the brain stands still, Frozen 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.
1914 · PDF PAGE 14
…t it blots out myself and you; it flows Impersonal, ecstatic; at the touch Of language,it is broken up. God knows How, when He spake the Word, the Absolute Burst—hence Chicago. Would He had been mute! No, by the Lord! This hate is a pure joy Like everything that’s pure . . . (the great sow snores/) That's the catastrophe that breaks 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 calle…
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
…eed — 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 she. God grant her …
1914 · PDF PAGE 13
…folk that need love, pity, peace; disdain All that 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.
1914 · PDF PAGE 8
… you pollute; And that is why I hate you, prostitute “Make me a baby!" May a cancer gnaw Your womb! A dropsy make your belly burst! ‘The word of “ baby” in your monstrous maw ‘Makes God a liar, and his Chri “And am I really all your very own “And do you love me for myself alone? “And does my darling love his little girl?” Of five and forty years, and fifteen stone| “My love!” “My dovel” “My honey-bee!” “My pearl!” O it were better to leave well alone! Without the words, I might confront the suet ; With them, how is it possible to do it?
1914 · PDF PAGE 23
… Not by the Gods, nor chance, nor Destiny, But—by what That that is beyond hell and heaven ? Lost, lost, for ever lost we are; I know No word to answer the eternal Why, No spell that may subdue the eternal woe ‘That “ you” are somehow different from 11" Lost, lost! O may not death discover spells? Has not the spasm of dissolution charms?