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Page 108 of 2031903 · PDF PAGE 13
…Gake Hy trad Hor bis, Hp life for gis maBe mine, And for Gis folk thou Galt framed, [Lap tGine.” But furly GH Was jufé and Wie! Mercy is God's oWy attiBue! Mercy H noBle enemies Marks may from Safer mould of Surte. Eo fight Heir (Wordfmey—Who Would fhiré ? Eo flap.a mpik—woWard's Work! <O Bake ied mercy,” Hat He (aid; ‘Mor Bar me flay He Syrian Cbicf. Pet mp Goad anf ors for his ead; ‘Amp propte take Gis proptr's gxicf. Sim, troth, 6 (par one farmee(s Stweath, SiG ak my mnownts cary wath! fimetp mercy praw Beoomes, oe ainoep Ye, and inceroour(e…
1909 · PDF PAGE 144
…d field, And the sun shone out with his yellow flame That makes the harvest yield. Yellow and purple are corn and grape, But scarlet the god when he takes his shape At the sound of the awful hidden name In earth’s eclipse revealed. XI And as he clasped me, slim and slight, I roared with the pain he gave, And he cried, “I will hold thee here all night, My beautiful, dark-haired slave ; Kiss my lips and laugh in my eyes, And I'll bring magic out of the skies, And thy flame shall yield to my eyes’ fierce light Ere thine ashes are laid in the grave…
1909 · PDF PAGE 144
…d field, And the sun shone out with his yellow flame That makes the harvest yield. Yellow and purple are corn and grape, But scarlet the god when he takes his shape At the sound of the awful hidden name In earth’s eclipse revealed. XI And as he clasped me, slim and slight, I roared with the pain he gave, And he cried, “I will hold thee here all night, My beautiful, dark-haired slave ; Kiss my lips and laugh in my eyes, And I'll bring magic out of the skies, And thy flame shall yield to my eyes’ fierce light Ere thine ashes are laid in the grave…
1910 · PDF PAGE 463
…ul deeds and fruitless flowers, He grows so maudlin in his love That even the knaves of his own house Mock at him in their merry hours. “God’s death!” raged Palamede, not wroth But irritated, “laugh ye so? Am I a jape for scullions ?” His curse came in a flaky froth. He seized a club, with blow on blow Breaking the knave’s unreverent sconce! “Thou mock the Questing Beast I chase, The Questing Beast I love? ’Od’s wounds!” Then sudden from the slave there brake A cachinnation scant of grace, As if a thirty couple hounds Were in his belly! Knight,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 463
…ul deeds and fruitless flowers, He grows so maudlin in his love That even the knaves of his own house Mock at him in their merry hours. “God’s death!” raged Palamede, not wroth But irritated, “laugh ye so? Am I a jape for scullions ?” His curse came in a flaky froth. He seized a club, with blow on blow Breaking the knave’s unreverent sconce! “Thou mock the Questing Beast I chase, The Questing Beast I love? ’Od’s wounds!” Then sudden from the slave there brake A cachinnation scant of grace, As if a thirty couple hounds Were in his belly! Knight,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 25
…ath, As she would draw him to those large And firm white breasts and mix her liquid life With his in pagan strife ? Or with a grace like God, a stealth like love, Pour on him from above Wine from the purple vats of death ? Nay ! tis no wondershall they wonder then, These bat-eyed newspaper-besotted men, If thou and I have found the Elixir rare That giveth Life to those whoso drinketh it, The Stone beyond compare, The harmony of the Circle and the Square, All that surpasseth mortal wit Even to imagine ? we have found it, Rose, Rose of the Star…
1910 · PDF PAGE 30
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1911 · PDF PAGE 210
…serted. Lose echo of our sighs— Lovkdies ?— Love lives—in granite skirted, And under oaken skies. But best is grim December, The Goatish God his power; The Satyr blows the ember, And pain is passion’s flower; When blood drips over kisses, And madness sobs through wine :— Ah, mine !— The snake starts up and hisses And strikes and—I am thine! [He tram/res at thefeet of SPHINX toward c.1.c.'r. [HERMANUBIS recites. HERMANUBIS l. O coiled and constricted and chosen ! Ο tortured and twisted and twined! Deep spring of my soul deep frozen, The sleep of …
1911 · PDF PAGE 214
…il, Ο Hail! The stars are pale; Hidden the moonlight in the vale; Hidden the sunlight in the seat Blessed is her happy lot Who beholdeth God ; who moves Mighty-souled without a spot, Mingling in the godly rout Of the many mystic Ioves. Holy maidens, duly weave Dances {or the mighty mother ! Bacchanal to Bacchus cleave! Wave his narthex wand, and leave Earthly joys to earth to smother ! Io! Evae! Sisters, mingle In the choir, the dance, the revel! He divine, the Spirit single, He in every vein shall tingle. Sense and sorrow to the devil ! * Ober…
1911 · PDF PAGE 210
…serted. Lose echo of our sighs— Lovkdies ?— Love lives—in granite skirted, And under oaken skies. But best is grim December, The Goatish God his power; The Satyr blows the ember, And pain is passion’s flower; When blood drips over kisses, And madness sobs through wine :— Ah, mine !— The snake starts up and hisses And strikes and—I am thine! [He tram/res at thefeet of SPHINX toward c.1.c.'r. [HERMANUBIS recites. HERMANUBIS l. O coiled and constricted and chosen ! Ο tortured and twisted and twined! Deep spring of my soul deep frozen, The sleep of …
1911 · PDF PAGE 214
…il, Ο Hail! The stars are pale; Hidden the moonlight in the vale; Hidden the sunlight in the seat Blessed is her happy lot Who beholdeth God ; who moves Mighty-souled without a spot, Mingling in the godly rout Of the many mystic Ioves. Holy maidens, duly weave Dances {or the mighty mother ! Bacchanal to Bacchus cleave! Wave his narthex wand, and leave Earthly joys to earth to smother ! Io! Evae! Sisters, mingle In the choir, the dance, the revel! He divine, the Spirit single, He in every vein shall tingle. Sense and sorrow to the devil ! * Ober…
1914 · PDF PAGE 14
…nd spasm of this hate is such That it blots out myself and you; it flows Impersonal, ecstatic; at the touch Of language,it is broken up. God knows How, when He spake the Word, the Absolute Burst—hence Chicago. Would He had been mute! No, by the Lord! This hate is a pure joy Like everything that’s pure . . . (the great sow snores/) That's the catastrophe that breaks the boy! n in sleep this hoariest of whores Maintains her reputation. Keep away ‘The breath of scandal from Chicago May! xiv T nicknamed you Chicago May because ‘Your husband was a b…
1919 · PDF PAGE 203
… The infinite maze to travel through, The goal unguessed, the path untrod, And stand unhelmed, unarmed, unshod, Naked before the Unknown God. Oh! stertorous, oh! strangling strife That cleaves to love, that clings to life! The Will is broken, falls afar Extinct as an accurséd star. The Self, one moment held behind, Whirls like a dead leaf in the wind Down the Abyss. The soul is drawn To that Dark Night that is the dawn Through halls of patience, palaces 191
1954 · PDF PAGE 280
…n; Meat clogs the belly; dust inflames the eye; Stone irks the bladder: gout -plague-leprosy! Man born of woman is most full of trouble; God, a gorged fool that belches him, a bubble! But of all plagues wherewith a man is cursed, Take my word for it, woman is the worst! (The World's Tragedy) Cara Soror, Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. The eternal antagonism between the sexes is mere illusion. As well suppose the male the enemy of the female screw. Understand the spiritual reality of each, grasp their magical formulae; the subli…
1905 · PDF PAGE 43
… long shut, as in the story of Bruce and the spider. I had a poet’s dreams. ing To grasp the firmament and hold it fast, To reach toward God, and, from His shrine returning, To sing in magic melodies the vast Desires of God towards man—O dreams! O years Drowned in these bitter tears! My soul was yearn- I felt the springs of youth within me leap- ing, Let loose my pleasure, never guessed that pain Was worth the holding—now, my life is weeping Itself away, those agonies to gain Which are my’one last hope. that by some cross Eld may avenge youth’s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 127
…lime satiety, But rather crescent, hotter with the flame Of its own burning, that consumes it not, Because it is the pure white flame of God. I shudder, holding thee to me ; thy gaze Is still on me; a thousand years have passed, And yet a thousand thousand ; years they are As men count years, and yet we stand and gaze With touching hands and lips immutable As mortals stand a moment;... The universe is One: One Soul, One Spirit, One Flame, One infinite God, One infinite Love. SONNET TO CLYTIE. CiyTit, beyond all praise, thou goodliest Of queens,…
1907 · PDF PAGE 160
…I feel the sweet murmur in me, My soul is in tune with the sea. The stars are above me, The rocks are below me, The sea is around! Great Gods that love me Lead me, and show me Their powers profound. Their lightnings move me To stir me, to throw me As into a swound, The song of the infinite surf that is beaten and bound As a fierce wolf-hound, The song that lures me, and lifts me, and mingles my soul into sound! 1 The bulk of this Book I. was written at Waikiki, which is described in this Parabasis. O Nature, my mother, Heart melted on heart At …
1907 · PDF PAGE 197
…hed awhile ere noon re- poses. There were red roses And crocus, and flag-flowers, and violets, And hyacinth, regrets Of the ill-fortuned God, the quoit-player; And soft cool air Stirred all the field—and there were jessa- mines And snaky columbines. So all these maidens played, and gathered them From sad green stem Rejoicing blooms with sunlight mixed therein, But she, for sin And iron heart of the ill-minded Zeus, Caught up the dews Deep on her ankles, and went noiselessly Toward the laughing sea, And sought new blossoms—O the traitor, Earth, …
1898 · PDF PAGE 16
…just a little space of sleep, to rest The fevered head and cool the aching eyes ; Sleep for a space, to fall upon the breast Of the dear God, that He may sympathize. Long has the day drawn out ; a bitter frost Sparkles along the streets ; the shipping heaves With the slow murmur of the sea, half lost In the last rustle of forgotten leaves. Over the bridges pass the throngs ; the sound, Deep and insistent, penetrates the mist— I hear it not, I contemplate the wound Stabbed in the flanks of my dear silver Christ. He hangs in anguish there ; the c…
1899 · PDF PAGE 165
…ND DRAMATIC. 143 Thy lips seek home, and in despair Lament aloud over the frosted moor. Sad am I, sad, albeit sure There is no change of God above And no abatement of our love. For still though thou be gone, I see In the glad mirror secretly That I am beautiful in thee, Thy love irradiates my eyes, _ Tints my skin gold, and melodies Of music run over my face; Smiles envy kisses in the race To bathe beneath my eyelids. Light Clothes me and circles with the might Of warmer rosier suns. Thy kiss Dwells on my bosom, and it is A glittering mount of …