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THE FATAL FORCE 65 I am a leper: get ye hence! [Exeunt soldiers. Unclean! [Szence. This was the hour that my ambitious hopes Centred upon: and now I grasp the hour— So fares mortality. [ Szlence. Unclean! unclean! CURTAIN.
…THE AMOROUS MOUNTAIN O love you, Love, is all my happiness; To kill you with my kisses ; to devour Your whole ripe beauty in the perfect hour That mingles us in one supreme caress ; To drink the purple of your thighs; to press Your beating bosom like a living flower; To die in your embraces, in the shower That dews like death your swooning loveliness. To know you love me; that your body leaps With the quick passion of your soul; to know Your fragrant kisses sting my spirit so; To be one soul where Satan smiles and sleeps ;— Ah! in the very triu…
48 THE FATAL FORCE The mother of all things, the full desire, The immitigable, intelligible one, Reality beyond realities! This hour the foolish ones shall see their souls Shrink at my manifest deity. This night My spirit on my spirit shall beget Myself for my own child. Behold! they come, Fantastically moving through the dance, The many mourners, and the fatal bier Looms in the dimness of the anteroom. It is enough. My hour is at hand! CHORUS enter and circumambulate. Even as the traitor’s breath Goeth forth, he perisheth By the secret sibilan…
…’s spirit in its shade, And make him, in his pride and happiness, — In virtue’s mantle and love’s seemly dress, Immeasurably afraid. The hour is on them—let its weight express All blood, ali life, from the disastrous grape! In. God, in mercy, there is no escape, No anchor for distress. The hour strikes mournfully upon the bell Of the most awful precipice That merges hell in hell. There is deep silence in that dread abyss; There is deep silence in the spheréd sun; There is deep silence where the planets run, Il
THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY 25 Thus in one hour from peace and happiness To such a fury that the very room Seems to my fancy to be tossed about, Rocking and whirling on some dizzy sea. There is a horrible feeling in the air. [She shudders. SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY. The keystone of this arch of misery Is set by the unfaltering hands Of Fate. How desperate the anarchy Wrought in one hour! The fickle sands Run through the glass, and all the light is gone. Abysses without name the mighty power Spans with spread fingers; on the horizon Blood stains the setting su…
( 105) AGAINST THE TIDE KILLED my wife—not meaning to, indeed— Yet knew myself the sheer necessity: For I too died that miracle-hour—and she, She also knew the immedicable need. She sighed, and laughed, and 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 a…
…h 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.
…no leader left. MESSENGER. The fight is doubtful. We may conquer still. AMENHATEP. By this shed blood and desecrated shrine And horrible hour of madness, may it be That all the evil fortune of the land, Created of these dead iniquities, Burn its foul flame out. Are ye not appeased, Even ye, O Powers of Evil, at this shame And sacrilege? And ye, Great Powers of Good, OI
…ul and strong! Even as the traitor’s breath Goeth forth, he perisheth By the secret sibilant word that is spoken unto death. RATOUM. The hour is given unto death. Bring in Dead Horus, for the night is shed above. [Coffin brought in. CHORUS. The noise of the wind of the winter; the sound Of the wings of the charioted night ; The song of the sons of the seas profound ; The thunder of death; the might Of the eloquent silence of black light ! RATOUM. The noise of many planets fallen far! CHORUS. Death listens for the voice of life; night waits The …
…ere 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
…dled In the sacramental span, In the star that flashes white In the body of a man; By the swart Osirian power, If, when strikes the holy hour Of the holy sacrifice, Angels swoon from starry homes Full of inexpressive eyes, That the blood that swells and foams Lighten with the fervid air, To create from death’s despair 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 …
…! in these souls morose Keen joys may shudder—how the daylight goes !— Night shall betray thee to the cold caresses! Yes; it is nigh the hour of subtlety And strange looks meaning more than Hell can utter. Come, child of wonder! watch the woman’s eye Who lurks toward us through the stagnant sky. Hark to the words her serpents hiss or mutter!
… I am waiting, watching still The treason of the powers of ill. Soft, moveless, as a tigress glides, Strange laughing devilry abides Its hour to poison. How they gloat, The fiends, upon her lips and throat! They touch her heart, they speer her eyes, They linger on the lovely prize! O dead she thought them! It is written: ‘‘ Eve’s heel is by the serpent bitten, His head she bruises.” No indeed! Not woman, but the woman’s seed! Hark! in the cloak of “ Love of Truth” They whisper “ Memory of Youth”; And, mindful of the deadliest sin, Hint: ‘“ Sinf…
…awaiting soul asleep! RATOUM. The murmur of the fountain of my life! CHORUS. The whole dead universe awaits the Word. RATOUM. Now is the hour of life; my voice leaps up In the dim halls of death, and kindling flame Roars like the tempest through forgetfulness. This is my son, whose father is my son, From my own womb complete and absolute, And in this strong perfection of myself Stands the triumphant power of my desire, Manifest over self, and man, and god! For in the sacred coffin lies his corpse Who shall arise at the enormous word Of my creat…
…od. Silence, reflected thence, still and intense, into the firmament; Such silence as befits the event. Re-enter CORA. CORA. This is the hour, O child whom I have loved With love more tender than a mother’s love, Being thy friend; this moment have I sought, Awaiting always the propitious time, To speak some purpose grown more definite Than is our wont. We spent the honey days In gentle intercourse: high souls have stood Watching us drink from their crystalline stream Meandering through language: mighty kings Have listened as we read of their de…
THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY 7 I have a glass whose bitter destiny No wizard may conjure. Arise ye there, Old hours of horror, clear by one and one, In the confused and tossing ocean, Where memory picks spar and spar from out The dreadful whirlpool hardly yet appeased, To join together in imagination The ship—the wreck! And yet I stand at last Secure in my unselfish love to them, Repaid in mine own currency. I trust God hath made smooth the road beneath the hearse Of my forgetful age. All must be well. SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY. Mortals never learn from storie…
|e) THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY Naked as dawn, the purpose of the hour Grows on my vision, and my cynic laughter Chills in my veins: the old avenging power Shows me the thing that is to be hereafter. I gloated on the coming of the curse— I did create a hearse, Black plumes and solemn mourners; and saw The triumph of some natural law Fit for a poet’s verse. I saw some common fate to lure, to tempt; (No mortal of the ages is exempt) Some notable disaster to the house Wherein such piety and love abide; I saw some hateful spouse Carry away the bride. That…
…DY O God! is any safety at Thy feet ? Be silent, O be silent for awhile, And I will shrivel up thy wretched ears, Give thee to curse the hour that saw thee first, To curse thy parents and thine own young head. May God forbid that thou should rail on Him! Leave me a little to my torment yet, That I may quell the host of devil forms That eat my soul up, many torturing, And one—ah! one accurséd beyond all— Soothing! O heart of Jesus, bleed with mine! [Kuneels towards East. See, see! I seek Thee on maternal knees ! Conceive Her pangs that bore Thee…
…ch thou art the harvest. She spake thus: ‘Princes, and people of the Egyptian land, And broken priests of broken deities Discrowned this hour, look up, behold your god! For I am pregnant with my own son’s child, The fruit of my desire’s desire. Most pure, The single spirit of my godhead yearned From death to reap dominion, and from birth To pluck the blossom of its fruitful love, And be the sun to ripen and the rain To water it. My soul became the bride To its own body, and my body leapt With passion from mine own Imperial loins Begotten, and m…
…roll. She laughed with Hell, and cursed him from her soul. Then suddenly came pity. She commands The carriage to stay still. For nigh an hour She set her teeth and clenched her gauded hands. Alternate gusts her swaying soul devour.