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…es! These folk That think they live—which dares at all To act? The suicide that broke His chain, and lies so waxen pale In the Morgue to-day? Did he then fail? Ay, he was beaten. But to live, Slink on through what the world can give,
…. Maidens of Israel. SCENE :—An Open Place before Mizpeh. the midst an Altar. TIME :— The duration of the play is from noon of the first day to dawn of the third. Ln. JEPHTHAH. Lleazar. Prophet. Chores. CHORUS. Now is our sin requited of the Lord. For, scorning Jephthah for an harlot’s son, We cast him forth from us, and said: Begone, Thou shalt not enter in with us; thy throat
THE TANK much as a half-holiday from the Ethical Culture Hall of his esthetics. Whether he is making a creative appearance, as in Pavannes, or a critical appearance, as in Divisions, he has to impose upon us the propinquity of ferule and desk. Either by example or precept he must enforce the doctrine: ‘Look in your note-book and write.’ And like all doctrinaires, Mr. Pound is exposed to the besetting sin of the half-true or the maybe-true platitude. ‘The mastery of any art is the work of a lifetime, for example. How about the art of lyric poetr…
…’ th’ mind Tells the grief-numbéd senses ‘‘’Tis but sleep. See ! the pale glimmer of a ghostly arm Flashes a spot of light !”” Ah! weary day! "Tis but the flickering of the candle-light And the unmanning sorrow of the heart That lends the reins to fancy’s charioteer. Lay them together, let us leave them there! There comes a vision to my mortal eyes Of things immortal. swell Of some wild clarion through the dazzling night, Whose fairy zther suddenly illumes With silver meteors innumerable And golden showers of stars—lost worlds of thought And po…
…shod with wings of fire And find my love, and in her arms expire, Or wed her for an hour. (Not for an hour as man, but even as God Whose day is like an aeon. Love hath nor station, stage, nor period : But is at once in his inane abode Beneath the spring Dircean.) Alas, the will flies ere the power began. Lo, in the Idan grove Invoking Zeus to swell the power of Pan, The prayer discomfits the demented man ! Lust lies as still as love. 1 Referring to the story of Elisha. - This obscure stanza means: that the in- vocation of high and pure forces c…
… may see All the beauty of me, And my lips, that their kisses are kind. For Eurydice once I lamented ; For Orpheus I do not lament : Her days were a span, and demented ; His days are for aye, and content. Mere love is as nought To the love that is Thought, And idea is more than event. O lovers! O poets! O masters Of me, ye may ravish my frown ! Aloof from my shocks and disasters ! Impatient to kiss me, and crown ! I am eager to yield. In the warrior field Ye shall fight me, and fasten me down. O poets! O masters! O lovers! Sweet souls of the st…
…ity, Thine own uncleanness as a beast : Wilt thou not take thy count again? Seest thou the shadow on my brain? It grows, it grows. Seven days slide past : I groan upon an empty bed: I turn my face away: I fast : There cometh in my mouth no bread. No man dare venture near to say: ‘“ Why turns the King his face away ?” It grows. Ah me! the long days slide ; I brood ; due justice to the man Dogging desire. A monarch’s pride Outweighs his will: yet slowlier ran To-day the thought: ‘*T will no wrong : ‘The vines are cool,” more sweet and strong 2? T…
…vincing. In her eyes Glittered enamelled sorceries. She was a piece of jewel work Sold by a Christian to a Turk, She had fed on air that day: the flowers About her curled, ambrosial bowers Of some divine perfume: the soul Of ether made her wise ; control Of strong distilled delight. She showered Wit and soft laughter and desire About her breasts in bliss embowered, And subtle and devouring fire Leapt in live sparks about her limbs. Her spirit shields me, and bedims My sight: she needs me: I need her. Destiny ; manhood; fear; delight; Desire; ac…
…shrine; Nor is he for priest designated. Who partakes only in one kind. I suited the action to the word. There was also the poem "A Birthday", written on August 10th for Leila Waddell, who was then twenty-six. She had gone to England to fulfil an engagement as leader of the Ladies' Orchestra in The Waltz Dream. The poem describes the history of our liaison. I wrote also two short stories. The hero of "The Woodcutter" is a forester who "chops to live and lives to chop". A silly Frenchman and his mistress are wandering through the forest. He fant…
…on? Bend close, And clothe me in a silken kiss, And I will whisper to my rose The secret name of Artemis. Words were not needed then: to-day Must I begin what never I thought To do: mould flowers in common clay? Mud casket of mere words is nought, When by love’s miracle we guess What either always thinketh. Yes? XXIX. So, love, not thus for you and me! And if Iam man, no more, expect T shall remain so, till, maybe, The anatomist, old Time, dissect Me, nerve from flesh, and bone from bone, And raise me spiritual, changed In all but love for you,…
…D. THE fragrant gateways of the dawn? Teem with the scent of flowers. The mother, Midnight, has withdrawn Her slumberous kissing hours : Day springs, with footsteps as a fawn, Into her rosy bowers. The pale and holy maiden horn? In highest heaven is set. 1 Describes the spiritual aspect of the ‘‘Lesser Ritual of the Pentagram,” which we append, with its explanation. The abstruse nature of many of these poems is well reflected in this one. (i.) Touching the forehead, say Ateh (Unto Kingdom). (iii.) Touching the right shoulder, say ve- Geburah (a…
…hrase? How should I care for this, and tire Body by will to sing thy praise, Who take this lute, throw down the lyre | As I have done to-day, to win No guerdon differing from the toil, Were that accomplished: pain and sin Are needed for the counterfoil Of joy and love: if only so All men had these in keen excess Those were forgotten : indigo Is amber’s shadow, but—confess For all men but ourselves the tint | ay! Of all the earth is dull and black ! Only some glints of love bestow The knowledge of what meteor wrack Trails pestilence across the s…
…ays of fierce loathing purified, In moonrays of pure longing tried, And gathered after many moons of labour Into the compass of a single day, \nd wrought into continuous tune,! One Jaughter with one languor for its neigh- bour, One thought of winiter with one word of June, Muddled and mixed in mere dismay, Chisclled with the cunning chisel of despair, Found wanting, well aware Of its own fault, even insistent Thereon ; some fragrance rare Stolen from my lady’s hair Perchance redeeming now and then the distant Fugitive tunes. 18. Ah! Love! the h…
… For mere delight—Ah, deadly is to us The pleasure wrapping us, and holding in All love, all hate—the miserable way ! Dawns no devouring day Still on the infinite slow tune of limbs Moving in rapture ; sleepy echo swims In the dissolving brain, Love conquering lassitude at last to win Pain out of peace, and pleasure from a pang ; Then, scorpion-stung of its own terrible tang, Burnt of its own fire, soiled of its own stain, Falls conquered as a bird Bolt-stricken through the brain, To the resounding plain : The double word, The seesaw of all mis…
…reast and her knee. So night and so sunrise discover No light and no darkness to heed. Night is above her, and brings her no lover ; And day, but no deed. Such a sense is up and within me, A tongue as of mystical fire ! Love, beauty, and holiness win me ‘To the end of the great desire, Where I cease from the thirst and the labour, As the land that no ploughman tills Lest the robber his neighbour unloosen the sabre From holds in the hills. From love of my life and its burden Set free in the silence remote, Grows a sorrow divine for my guerdon, A…
…AU CAVEAU DES INNOCENTS. Oct, 28, 1904. NiGut, like a devil, with lidless eyes, Stands avenging over the Halls. Sleep there is none, for day awaits Tokens of toil; there is none that dies, Death being rest; there is none that calls, Voice being human; only the Fates Rattle the dice at a sombre game, Game without goal of peace or fame. Sinister, sombre, horrors and hates Lurk in the shadows, under the walls. Light deceives, and the darkness lies. Love there is none; he is child of peace: Joy there is none; she is bride of force: Thought there is…
…re. Criosda ! wake ! wake !— Oh, I must take him out—no man may enter here !—It is ill luck. Old Andrew found the passage ! and the next day he was dead —murdered, murdered ! Oh, how horrible! —what a horrible place this is with all its beauty and love! and my worship—oh, how strange it all is. Criosda! come! [She begins to carry him to the great door, then notices his white robe. This must come off: they must not see the holy robes. Criosda! my darling dear brother, do look at me! [She has removed the robes. CRIQSDA is now seen to be dressed i…
…ed ; Content, as Rodin is content. XXVI. I WILL not, and you will not. Stay! Do you recall that night of June When from the insufferable day Edged out the dead volcanic moon Solemn into the midnight ? You Shone your inviolate violet eyes Into my eyes less sad, and drew Back from the slender witcheries Of word and song: and silence knew What splendour in the silence lies, The soul drawn back into itself. It was the deep environing Wood that then shielded us: the elf And fairy in an emerald ring, And hamadryad of the trees, And naiad of the sleep…
…tity (Little Essays Toward Truth, pp. 70‐74) which concludes: Sir Knights, be vigilant: watch by your arms and renew your oath; for that day is of sinister augury and deadly charged with danger which ye fill not to overflowing with gay deeds and bold of masterful, of manful Chastity. Witness also Catullus: domi maneas paresque nobis Novem continuas futationes. Nor does he misunderstand the gesture of Harpocrates; Silence and Chastity are iso‐ mers.
… left Helwan for Cairo. (Date unascertained, probably on March 11th or 13th.) We had taken an apartment (Address unascertained) on Wednesday, March 16th. One day, having nothing special to do, I made the "Preliminary Invocation" referred to above. I had no more serious purpose than to show her the sylphs as I might have taken her to the theatre. She could not (or refused to) see them, but instead got into a strange state of mind. I had never seen her anything at all like it before. She kept on repeating dreamily, yet intensely, "They are waitin…