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1914 · PDF PAGE 25

Chicago May

… a new or old in love? What odds, Since every one of us—yea, every one !— Is beyond doubt the darling of the gods? ‘Why then, let us die young, let us die young! Come, Laylah, I shall get to you so soon This absence, a mere miserere sung, Seems dream. © moon! O mortifying moon! Quicken our love! O bring me to the hour, Minute and second when I lose, I lose All that I am in one fellatrix flower! Time, O the unsubstantial ! O the ooze Of nothingness! Come bring me to the kiss, ‘The comfort of thine all-availing breast | Bring me to the intolerabl…

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1914 · PDF PAGE 5

Chicago May

…,” 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 than naught to Thee Which…

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1914 · PDF PAGE 15

Chicago May

…? Her little hand would rather, I opine, The multitudinous seas incacadine! xv If men could hear me, they 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 …

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