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…t! | Broods. SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY. How light and how agreeable, Paved pathway to the gate of hell! See how all virtues, graces, shine, Till woman half appears divine! But 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…
1901 · PDF PAGE 114
100 THE GROWTH OF GOD Thus, till the monster-birth of serpent-man Linked in corruption with the serpent-woman, Slavering in lust and pain—creation’s ban. The horrible beginning of the human. The savage monkey leaping on his mate; The upright posture for sure murder taken ; The gibberings modified to spit out hate. Struggle to manhood—surely God-forsaken. The bestial cause of Morals—fear and hate. At last the anguish-vomit of despair, The growth of reason—and its pangs abate No whit: the knife replaces the arm bare. Fear grows, and torment; and …
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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…
1901 · PDF PAGE 70
…s: thou art indeed a god. PACHAD. I am a god to execute my will. [ Threatens her with his dagger. RATOUM. Mercy! Thou canst not strike a woman down! PACHAD. So! The thin casing of the godhead rots, Mere mummy-cloth: the rotten corpse within, Dust and corruption! I am still the god, And gods slay women: therefore I slay thee. RATOUM. Then thou shalt see me once again a god! [By a tremendous effort she towers before him. Silently they gaze at one another fora while, he vainly endeavouring to force himself to strike. At last she collapses into the…
1901 · PDF PAGE 99
… and foaming seas, And crag-hewn pinnacles, accept the wind’s Wild fingers: not even the eagle-piercing mind's Chill sword of thought: a woman’s agony Yet draws its beauty from the sacred sea. Hear how this fell. A stern Dissenter dwelt Lone in a fertile valley: lonely he, Lonelier the sharp-faced wife: each day they knelt In loveless worship: thrice a week they see
1901 · PDF PAGE 81
…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!
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…es of horror about it and within, 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; “‘ …
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…mask). I am the hideous poison of thy veins And foulest fruit of thy incestuous womb. RATOUM. I am thy mother! I have nurtured thee With woman’s tenderness and godhead’s strength. PACHAD. I am the avenger of my own false birth.
1901 · PDF PAGE 123
… through earth to smother, Sick scents of hell. And that wild night when vine-leaves wooed and clustered Round my wild limbs, and like a woman I went Over the mountains — how the Northwind blustered !— And slew with them the beast, and was content. The madness. Oh! the dreadful light that lustred The main event. Ay! the wild whirlings in the woodland reaches; The ghastly smile upon the Stone God’s lip; The rigid tremors, anguish that beseeches From eye to eye fresh fervours of the whip ; The mounded moss below the swaying beeches— Kiss me and c…
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… I cannot understand. CORA. I am so moved, I cannot find it in my heart to say The words I purposed. Let my folly pass As an old worldly woman’s talk. MADELINE. O no! You bear the sainted fragrance of your love Higher than even my dreams. In earthly life 3
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…e go: you are too kind to me! CORA. Rest, sunny head! A little while to sleep, And then—perhaps the Mother in a dream May comfort you. A woman's love is this To have one heart, an undivided love; But Hers—division in the universe Makes multiple each part. Sweet Madeline, Believe me, She will come to maiden dreams, Bestow Her peace, and so direct the life That is not unto God unconsecrate For being dedicated unto love! [22z¢ MADELINE.
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…y and deliberately. I am a dancer and a prostitute! ULRIC smiles contemptuously. Why trick me with so pitiful a lie? Were you the vilest woman on the earth, Mere scum of filth shed off the city’s dregs— Were you the meanest and most treacherous— Were you the sordid soul that most contrasts
1901 · PDF PAGE 82
…child, the dance grows madder. O I am faint with pleasure! Ah! be wise; One measure more, and then—the sacrifice ? What victim ? Guess—a woman or an adder? Nay, fear not, baby! In your mother’s hand You must be safe ? You trust the womb that bare you! Who comes toward us? Why, our God, the Grand! Our Baphomet! Come, baby, to the band: Our God may kiss you—yes, he will not spare you !
1901 · PDF PAGE 85
…rown 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. Death’s and not mine: I was a fool to kiss Her dead lips—aye, her living lips for that ! I cannot bid her rise and live again. I would not. Nay, I know not; for is this My triumph or my ruin, satiate Of death, insatiate alway of pain ? What have I done? In vain, in vain!
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…quered 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 Rituals made righteous of their own excess Of horror; but I have not made myself So ab…
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…her moving lips; and great fear fell Upon us, and the flame leapt, and we fled, Worshipping. But the mood passed, and we see A lecherous woman whose magician power