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…A changing, dreadful Shape: Nowa distorted ape; Now an impending vampire, vast and lean ; Last, a dark woman pressed, The world unto her breast, Soothed and caressed With evil words and kisses of the mouth of Sin. The Breath of men adoring. ‘ Worship we! ‘The mighty Wisdom, the astounding power, ‘‘ The Horror, the immense profundity, ‘The stealthy, secret passes of thy Bower! ‘Thee we adore and praise “Whose breast is broad as day’s; ‘‘ Thee, thee, the mistress of the barren sea, “‘ Deep, deadly, poisonous; “‘ Accept the life of us, ‘‘ Dwell in…
1901 · PDF PAGE 95
…ubt her ?) Where enamelled verdure gleams, Drew her spirit from without her! In her eyelids stellar beams Glow renascent, now I hold her Breast to breast, and shining shoulder Laid to shoulder, in the bliss Of the uncreated kiss. Lips to lips beget for daughters Little kisses of the breeze ; Limbs entwined with limbs, the waters Of incredible blue seas; Eyes that understand, the slaughters Of a thousand ecstasies Re-embodied, as they wrought us Garlands of strange sorceries; New desires and mystic passion Infinite, of starry fashion; The myster…
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…Light, Life slain, yet infinite, The God-Man’s night, Leaps pure the Soul rearisen from the embrace of Sin. | Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, flesh, and fire, So to slip down between Thighs vast and epicene, Morose and lean, To that unnamea…
1901 · PDF PAGE 118
…om, nor knowledge in the grave, whither thou goest.”—-SOLOMON. FOOLISH and a cruel thing is said By the Most High that mocks man’s empty breast, As if the grave were mere eternal rest, Or merest resurrection of the dead. All petty wishes: at the fountain-head, A dead girl’s whisper—I have stooped and pressed My ear unto her heart—her soul confessed That none of life her joy relinquishéd. ““T died the moment when you tore away The bleeding veil of my virginity. The pain was sudden—and the joy was long. Persists that triumphs, keenly, utterly! Wr…
1901 · PDF PAGE 92
…al breath ! Yes, fear the gold that glitters from these eyes!” She took a dagger, and I could not stir. She pierced my silent fascinated breast. She held me with the deadly look of her. I cried to Mary in the House of Rest: ‘““O Madonna of the Virgin eyes!” I pierced him to the very soul: I took His whole life’s love to me before he died: Mad kisses mingled that enduring look Of death-caught passion: in his death he cried, “‘O Madonna of the Golden Eyes!”
1901 · PDF PAGE 94
…The one girl whose wanton glances Soften into living pearls Comes, a fatal, fleeting vision, Turns my kisses to derision, Smiles upon my breast, and sighs, Flits, and laughs, and fades, and dies. By the potent starry speeches; By the spells of mystic kings; By the magic passion teaches; By the strange and sacred things By whose power the master reaches To the stubborn fiery springs; By the mystery of the beaches , Where the siren Sibyl sings; I will hold her, live and bleeding; Clasp her to me, pale and pleading;
1901 · PDF PAGE 104
…uitlessness assails the night With hollow repercussion, like dim tombs Wherein some vampire glooms. Pale women sickening for some sister breast; Lone sisterhood of voiceless melancholy That wanders in this Hell, desiring rest From that desire that dwells for ever free, Monstrous, a storm, a sea. In that desire their hands are strained and wrung; In that most infinite passion beats the blood, And bursting chants of amorous agony flung To the void Hell, are lost, not understood, Unheard by evil or good.
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…ternal Spouse, Isis, thou Star, thou Moon, thou Mightiest, Lead my weak steps to thine Eternal House! Rest my vain head on thine Eternal Breast! Spread wide the wings divine Over this shadowy shrine, Where in my heart their hovering lendeth Light! Bend down the amazing Face Of sorrow and of grace, Share the deep vigil of thine eremite! So let the sighing breath Draw on the Hour of Death, Whence wakeneth The Spirit of the Dawn, begotten of the night.
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…shall follow ; The flower he slew, the maiden he would save, As Itylus, light woven, tuned! Oh swallow, Bewail their grave! The gracious breast of Artemis may light me To men—yet loved I ever Artemis ? Surely the vine-song and the dance delight me, The sea-blue bowers where Aphrodite is. Terrible gods and destinies excite me, The strange sad kiss. 107
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…upon us, and Night, Spreading her wings unto flight, Visits the lands that lie far in the West, Where the bright East is at peace on her breast: Opposite quarters unite. Soon is the nightfall of Destiny here; Nature’s must pass as her hour is gone by. Only another than she is too near, Gloom in the sky. One who can never pass over shall sever Links that were forged of Love’s hand; A
1901 · PDF PAGE 73
…ir Masteries of music, domes Gilded with the splendid essence of the highest hope of man; If the sombre stream that ran From the smitten breast be kindled with the sacrificial fire: If the altar set above In the palaces of love Glow with this, the perfect passion And sublime desire From the clay of Fate to fashion His own glory, to inspire Worlds impossible to thought With the beauties, subtly wrought, Of his own creative strength. Spirit of the Gods! O single,
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44 THE FATAL FORCE THE LEPER. I did not fall in battle; but my queen Saw on my breast the livid mark of sin That was the leprosy of her own soul, And drove me forth to compass my disgrace With infamies ineffable. PACHAD. I know; I shall avenge. The old gods come again. THE LEPER. Nay! I have lived through all these barren years, Discrowned, diseased, abominable, cast out, And meditating on the event of life, And that initiated Hope that we, Royal, inherit, of the final life, Nor newer incarnation, and possessed Of strange powers, who have moved…
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38 THE FATAL FORCE In the ways of the East and the West Whence the night and the day are discrowned, We pass with the beat of his breast, And the breath of his crying is bound. Unto Toun, the low Lord of the West, let the noise of our chant be the breath Proclaiming him Death! In the ways of the depth and the height, Where the multitude stars are at ease, There is music and terrible light, And the violent song of the seas. Unto Mou, the most powerful Lord of the South, let our worship declare Him Lord of the Air. In the mutable fields that are …
1901 · PDF PAGE 85
…thought the poison left her so— Smiling, enticing, exquisite. I meant Rather that beauty to destroy, to leave No subtle languors on that breast of snow, No curves by God’s caressing finger bent, To bid me think of her: I would deceive My memory—now I can but grieve. Perhaps our happiness, despite of all, Would have grown comelier and never tired; Perhaps the pitiful pale face had been Alway my true wife’s; let me not recall Her first shy glance! This woman I desired, And sealed my own for ever by this keen Death that crowns her Death’s queen. D…
1901 · PDF PAGE 61
… assume the royal self And the old godhead, and the lithe strong limbs And supple loins and splendid bosom bare Full of bright milk, the breast of all the world. This lesser mastery I have made mine own By strange devices, by unheard-of ways Of wisdom, by strong sins, and magical Rituals made righteous of their own excess Of horror; but I have not made myself So absolute as I shall do to-day In this new infamy. For I must pass Desolate into the dusk of things again, Having risen so far to fall to the abyss, Deeper for exaltation; I must go Wail…
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…side Where her harsh youth was nurtured, in the place Where she revolted, she lay down and died. With crossed hands folded on her budded breast She closed her eyes, and slept the sweet long rest Where the true peace of purity is drawn. She lay there dead; her spirit sought the dawn.