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1901 · PDF PAGE 90

The Mother’s Tragedy

76 MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES Did a breath of wind disturb the lazy day ? Did a soul of fear flit phantom-wise across ? Suddenly we clasped and clave as spirit unto clay; Suddenly love swooped to us as swoops the albatross. O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Did thy husband’s venom breathe on the trembling scale ? Did that voice corrupting cry across the midnight air ? What decided? Gabriel may spin the foolish tale. What decided ? We were lovers—who should care ? O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! How we clave together! How we strained caresses! How the…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 89

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MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES IGHT brings madness; moonlight dips her throat to madden us; Love’s swift purpose darts, the flash of a striking adder. Love that kills and kisses dwells above to sadden us; Dawn brings reason back and the violet eyes grow sadder. O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Swooned the deep sunlight above the summer stream ; Droned the sleepy dragon-fly by the water-spring ; Stood we in the noontide in a misty dream, Fearful of our voiees, of some sudden thing. O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Dared we whisper? Dared we lift our eyes …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 91

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MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES 77 ‘‘Come with me,” you whispered, ‘‘come, and let the moon Lend her light to madden us through the hours of pleasure; Let the dayspring pass and brighten into noon! Yet no limit find our love, nor passion find a measure !” O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Dawn brought reason back, and the violet eyes are sadder, O they were golden once, and I call them golden still! Dawn has brought remorse, the sting of a foul swamp- adder— I hate you! beast of Hell! I have snapped Love’s manacle! O Murderess of the hateful eyes! O and…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 92

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78 MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES Beast! I am damned in Hell for the kisses we sucked from death! Now remorse is yours, and love is fallen in dust— I shall seek Him again for its sacramental 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 e…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 100

The Mother’s Tragedy

…d the grass grew green ; The leaves made murmur as she drew him down Into her maiden arms: the far-off queen She guessed so happy in her golden crown She never envied after: for she wrung Love’s secret, understanding, heart and tongue, Its strange desire; sage heads the linnets nod, Chirping: ‘‘So Lilian has found her God!” No! For she might not in her joy discern The real fountain of delight. She took The carrion crow to be the golden erne, Saw dainty covers, and misread the book. The world was open to her now—she went From passion unto passio…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 7

The Mother’s Tragedy

…EDY THE FaTAL Force THE SUMMIT OF THE AMOROUS MOUNTAIN THE MOTHER AT THE SABBATH THE BRIDEGROOM . THE CoURSE OF TRUE LOVE MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYEs . CONVENTIONAL WICKEDNESS . Mors JANUA AMORIS SIDONIA THE SORCERESS THE WHORE IN HEAVEN THE LesBiaN HELL THE REAPER . . THE Lorp’s Day THE GROWTH OF Gop . Love’s WISDOM PAGE vil 30 66 67 70 73 75 79 80 84 85 9° 94 97 98 102

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1901 · PDF PAGE 93

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CONVENTIONAL WICKEDNESS EFORE the altar of Famine and Desire, The Two in One, a golden woman stands, Holding a heart in her ensanguine hands, The nightly victim of her whore’s attire. Quick sobs of lust instead of prayers inspire Some oracle of Death. From many lands Come many worshippers. Their fading brands Rekindle from the sacrificial fire. Before the altar of Plenty, Love, and Peace, Stand purer priests in bloodless sacrifice, And quiet hymns of happiness are heard. _ Here sound no hatreds and no ecstasies; Here no polluted sacrament of Vi…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 119

The Mother’s Tragedy

…d died. How loves exceed In that strange fact! Yet robbed (you say) are we Of God’s own purpose of fecundity. Exactly! You have read the golden rede. That is the pity of all things on earth: _ That all must have its consequence again. Life ends in death and loving ends in birth. All’s made for pleasure: man’s device is pain. And in that pain and barrenness men find Triumph on God; and the glory of the mind.

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1901 · PDF PAGE 121

The Mother’s Tragedy

…e-rolling sea; I lift the cup: deep draughts of blue Lethean! My wine to me. O lamentable season of Apollo, When swoops his glory to the golden wave! As all his children, so their lord 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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1901 · PDF PAGE 34

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… Iam bound a slave To this wild passion. It will eat me up. CORA. You cannot guess the horror that you speak. I tell you, if I know your golden heart, This detestation of yourself shall cry The cry of Edipus—“ I have profaned——” ULRIC. What sphinx more cruel? What new C:dipus ? You riddle, Cora, and it breaks my heart. [He sinks exhausted. (Rallying.) By God, I swear to you no lie shall keep Its Dead Sea bar against our marrying. CORA. The truth! Thetruth! Thetruth! I am indeed That whore I told you. That makes nothing here. I am the mother of …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 67

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THE FATAL FORCE 5 3 Glow from his palace, as the sun Leaps to the spring, whose coursers run Flaming before their golden master, As death and winter and disaster Fall from the Archer’s bitter kiss Fast to their mute abyss. The pale sweet blooms of lotos burn ; The scent of spring is in the soul; Men’s spirits to the loftiest turn; Light is extended and made whole. The waters of the whispering Nile Lisp of their loves a little while, Then break, like songsters, into sighing, Because the lazy days are dying; And swift and tawny streams must rise …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 55

The Mother’s Tragedy

…ine Solitary, ’mid the night of broken brine That foamed like starlight round the desolate shore. So to the mine of that crystalline ore Golden, the electric spark of man is drawn Deep in the bosom of the world, to soar New-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling dawn With lidless eyes undazzled, to arise, Son of the morning, to the Southern skies; And fling its wild chant higher at the fall Of even, and of bright Hyperion; To mix its fire with dew, to call The spirit of the limitless air, made one In the amazing essence of all light Limitless, emana…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 61

The Mother’s Tragedy

THE FATAL FORCE Within the gateway of the golden East To rule my fate; but I have conquered Fate Thus far, that I am perfect in myself, The absolute unity and triple power Engrafted. For the foolish people see An old grey woman, wicked, not divine, Who shall this hour 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 R…

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