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…ds at first. Until the process starts , you have not the faintest idea of how you have wrapped yourself in layers of lies. Now go ahead! Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally , 666
…o happy end. I said: the height is as the deep, Twin breasts of one white dove; Death’s face is as the face of Sleep, And Lust is likest Love. And with my blood I forced the door That guards the palaces of sin ; I reached the lake’s cinereous! shore ; I passed those groves within. My blood was wasted in her veins, To freshen them, who stood like death, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains With heavy kissing breath. I said: Our Lady is as God, Her hell of pain as heaven above; Death’s feet, like Sleep’s, with fire are shod, And Lust is likest Love. Ou…
…red, as the stream Grew darker, as a dream Fades to the utter deep Of dreamless sleep. The stream grew darker, and the willows cover (As lover from a lover Even for love’s sake all the wealth of love) The whole light of the skies : there came to him Sense of some being dim Bent over him, one colour and one form With the dark leaves ; but warm And capable of some diviner air. Her limbs were bare, her face supremely fair, Her soul one shapely splendour, Her voice indeed as tender As very silence : so he would not speak, But let his being fade : t…
…rd, or the storm and spark Of lightning lamp or shroud us in the dark, Careless if ever land again we find, Careless of all things (this love being blind), We put to sea. O gladly stand and mark The diamond headland fall behind our barque, Wrapped in shrine-shadow of love’s central mind ! We are alone to-day on the strange sea, Divider of the dawn’s divinity From sunset’s splendour : our eternal noon Of love recks little of eternity— And though the moon is dying, ourselves may swoon, One deathless shape of the large-breasted moon. 66
THE VIRGIN 89 is similar to that of “ Alice ,” if not sublimer : “ I was so glad he loved enough to go -“ my arms could never have released his neck .” The King dies and soon the Queen also . Love is symbolized in this poem in its higher form as above death . She seeks and finds " There is no sin .” And I? I knew not anything , but know We are still silent , and united so , And all our being spells one vast To Be , A passion like the passion of the sea .? Besides the freedom of lovers , Aleister Crowley advocates the freedom of the children of …
THE ELEVENTH DAY “What win I if I gain the thing I seek?” Rape of Lucrece. There is much sorcery in the word eleven. I took my lover’s image pale and clear, Fixed in my mind ; I saw her standing near, Wooed her, conjured her by the power of heaven, Of my own mind, the Genii of the Seven, To come and live with me and be my dear, To love me in the spirit without fear ;— Leaving the body’s love to follow at even. Seemeth it not absurd ? to use the thought, The utterly divine impersonal Mind of a man, the pure, the spiritual, To such a purpose rath…
…Be ye goodly therefore: dress ye all in fine apparel t ri foods and drink sweet wines, and wines that foam ! Pat ae ane fill and will of love as ye will, when, where, and with whom ye will! But always unto me.” a : This is the only point to bear in mind, that every act must be a ‘ritual, an act of worship, a sacrament. Live as the kings and princes, crowned and uncrowned, of this world, have always lived, as masters always live; but let it not be self-indulgence; make your self-indulgence your religion. When you drink and dance and take delight…
…r Pisces, from whose house are we come out? PISCES. From the House of Death. VENUS. Brother Taurus, what is stronger than death? TAURUS. Love. VENUS. Brother Libra, what is the place? LIBRA. The Mountain of Venus, that hangeth from the navel of the Universe over the Great Abyss. VENUS. Let us celebrate the Rite of Venus. [LUNA plays a waltz tune. The PROBATIONERS dame taget/ter,] ?־ VENUS. Children of Love, what is the hour? ALL. [A confused murmur.] It is the hour of love. [ALL sink down together. The lag/tts ga aut. A long pause] 85
…r Pisces, from whose house are we come out? PISCES. From the House of Death. VENUS. Brother Taurus, what is stronger than death? TAURUS. Love. VENUS. Brother Libra, what is the place? LIBRA. The Mountain of Venus, that hangeth from the navel of the Universe over the Great Abyss. VENUS. Let us celebrate the Rite of Venus. [LUNA plays a waltz tune. The PROBATIONERS dame taget/ter,] ?־ VENUS. Children of Love, what is the hour? ALL. [A confused murmur.] It is the hour of love. [ALL sink down together. The lag/tts ga aut. A long pause] 85
IMPROVISING A TEMPLE 177 And I shall leave anything else to the next letter. Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally, 666 P.S. "Next letter," yes, they are running into one another more than somewhat; it is better so, for Life is like that. And we have the bold bad editor to sort them out.
Liber AL vel Legis subfigura CCXX — Chapter I 201 drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me. 52. If this be not aright; if ye confound the space-marks, saying: They are one; or saying, They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me: then expect the direful judgments of Ra Hoor Khuit! 53. This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart & my tongue, unto whom I send this kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of t…
WHY JESUS WEPT 31 I am happy—let me see ! I guess some verse inspired By all her soul desired, Purity, love, well-being — ay ! and me ! [He opens the note, and reads : — “ To 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 —” Why, here is love articulate, vital ! I thought that only poets, not lovers, could so speak. And that poets, poor devils, speaking, could never know. “ So Percy to his Angela’s distress —” Then it is not my Molly t…
…RST DAY “ I am sick.” Antony and Cleopatra. How things are changed since Alice was so ill ! I, being in high fever, lay in bed, While my love smoothed the pillows for my head : Her calm looks christened me with dew to still All chance of fever to the soul, and fill My heart with pure love like a snowfall shed Meekly, a blossom where frail white and red Were never frenzied at some mad god’s will. She sat and gazed upon me all day long. Sometimes she held my hands ; then she would weep, And then stoop tenderly and kiss my lips, Or lull me with so…
62 ROSA MUNDI, AND OTHER LOVE-SONGS Let the lake of thought be as still as dark- mans ! Broeding over magian pools of madness ! Love, the sun, arise and abide above us, Mary Mavourneen. XII. XANTIPPE. SWEET, do you scold? I had rather have you scold Than from another earn a million kisses. The tiger rapture on your skin’s Greek gold Is worth a million smiles of sunken cold And Arctic archangelic passion rolled From any other woman. Heaven misses The half of God’s delight who doth not see Some lightning anger dart like love and strike Into the s…
… Here in the extreme west of all the earth This Vestal sate ; and I from Cupid’s bow Loosed a fair shaft of verses shapen so As to fling love through the chaste girdle’s girth, And show my love how meek was my love’s birth, How innocent its being : thus arow Stood the mild lines, immaculate, to show My harmless passion and her own great worth. She could not be offended : and moreover— When at the nightfall I sought Heaven’s light, All my work grew unspotted, done aright ! The high Gods came above my head to hover, Because I worked with a divine…
…nity Immortal in this bosom. Phosphor paled And in the grey upstarted the dread veiled Rose light of dawn. Sunshapen shone thy spears Of love forth darting into myriad spheres, Which I the poet called this light, that flower, This knowledge, that illumination, power This and love that, in vain, in vain, until Thy beauty dawned, all beauty to distil Into one drop of utmost dew, one name Choral as floral, one thin, subtle flame Fitted to a shaft of love. O bear me far Up and up yet to where thy sacred star Burns in its brilliance ! Thence the sto…
…tention to those pleasures which not only express the soul, but aid it to reach the higher develop ments of that expression. The act of Love is to the bourgeois (as the “Christian” is called nowadays) a gross animal gesture which shames his boasted humanity. The appetite drags him at its hoofs; it tires him, dis gusts him, diseases him, makes him ridiculous even in his own eyes. It is the source of nearly all his neuroses. Against this monster he has devised two protections. Firstly, he pretends that it is a Fairy Prince disguised, and hangs …
… the calm wave retires. Down all the fearful fires Go thundering to darkness, so dissever Their being from pure being, that the river Of love is waveless now, and is pure love for ever. Then mightier than all birth of stars or suns, Breaks the vast flood and trembles in its tide. Serene and splendid shine the mystic ones, Exult, appal, reiterate, abide. Timid and fleet the earth Comes rushing back to birth, Brighter and greener, radiant with gold Of a diviner sun, An exultation Of life to life, of light to light untold. I? I remain, and see Acr…
A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE 71 A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE Now is the triumph of Love, now is the day of his guerdon, Now when the blossoms are full on the bountiful delicate spray ; Now has the year sprung aloft and shaken the frost and its burden, April is come with his showers, sun laughs and promises May. Newly the bird sings of Love, newly he wooeth a maiden, Newly the heart of a boy leaps, and his eyes catch its fire. Light is his laugh as the sea, with no sad remem- brances laden ; Light as the sea, and as fierce and fickle is grown his desi…
…elly, and forget The cunning attitudes and aptitudes ! Unlearn the mowings, the lascivious grins ! I perceive purity. Venus. Nay, I have loved thee ! Fresh pleasure hourly filled the crystal cup. Shalt thou find wine so comely and so keen, So fresh with life to fill each aching vein With new electric fervour ? Will she be My equal ? She is mortal and a child. Her arms are frail and white. Her lily cheeks Could never take thy kiss. Thy love would shock, Repel. I scorn to say her love were less Than mine : I tell thee that she could not love Thee…