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Page 18 of 791907 · PDF PAGE 19
… sun And take the glory of his excellence Not unto me close curled And on my bodys beauty crucified In silver spirit clad with gold of sense, But sending forth thy rays life-pearled As a bridegroom squandering his strength upon the bride Thou art sufficient to redeem the world. XIV ! IS the secret of the starry deep Nothing but pain and pleasure, grief and joy ? Is God a wanton boy To play with us so bitter cheap By such a jewelled light ? Be thine the power, Rose of the Stars, in this thy tortured hour When the wee lips that clung to thee a…
1905 · PDF PAGE 113
…and blast my being now? A band of most corroding poison wound Dissolving with its venom the profound Deep of my spirit with its terrible Sense without speech and horror without sound. A devil intertwining in my heart Its cold and hideous lust, a twiforked dart Even from the fatherly and healing hand— The double death without a counterpart 114
1929 · PDF PAGE 185
…ace towards Mecca! The religion of the Mohammedan, unlike that of the Christian, is positive. It is not based on fear, but on the actual sense of the relations of man and God. I laugh to think of the well-fed, idle and ignorant missionary at Shigar trying to convert men of this stamp. Their simplicity sees through Christian sophistication at a glance; and, their sense of ethics being outraged as well as their sense of reverence, it is easy to understand that the only converts from Mohammedanism are absolutely conscienceless scoundrels who wish …
1905 · PDF PAGE 112
ON WAIKIKI BEACH I07 So deep the sense of beauty, and so keen ! The calm abiding holiness of love Reigns ; and so fallen from the heights above Immeasurable, the influence unseen Of music and of spiritual fire, That the soul sleeps, forgotten of desire, Only remembering its God-like birth Reflected in the deity of earth, Becometh even as God. The pensive period Of night and day beats like a waving fan No more, no more : the years, Reft of their joys and fears, Pass like pale faces, leave the life of man Untroubled of their destines, Leave him f…
1905 · PDF PAGE 112
…dden of the utter night? Cannot my life be molten into thee Or thy death fall with rosier arms on me Or soul with soul commingle without sense, As the sun’s rays strike deep into the sea? O beauty of all beauty—central flower Of all the blossoms in the summer’s bower! Fades not all Nature in thy fall? the sun Not darken in the miserable hour? H? 113
1913 · PDF PAGE 66
…mist , Wrap me in shrouds of gray , chill me and make me shiver , Not with the Night alone , not with the sound of her wing , Yet with a sense of something vague and unearthly stalking ( Step after step as I move ) me , to annul me , quell Hope and desire and life , bid light die under my eyelids , Bid the strong heart despair , quench the desire of Heaven . So I shudder a little ; and my heart goes out to the mountains , Rock upon rock for a crown , snow like an ermine robe ;
1905 · PDF PAGE 114
…of regret! If but the chilling agony, that turns To bitter fever-heat that stings and burns Would freeze me, or destroy me, or impair My sense, that it should feel not how it yearns! Or if this pain were only pain, and not A deadness deeper than all pain, a spot And central core of agony in me, One heart-worm, one plague-leprosy, one blot Of death, one anguish deeper than control ?— Then were I fit to gain the Olympian goal And fling forth fiery wailings to the sea, And tune the sun’s ray to my smitten soul! How should I sing who cannot even se…
1912 · PDF PAGE 85
… the light Went out in an immortal night, The world annihilated by The opening of the Master's Eye. How can I tell it? Master, master] A sense of some divine disaster Abases me. Indeed, the shrine Is desolate of the divine] But all the illusion gone, behold The one that is l Royally rolled, I hear strange music in the air I It is the angelic choir, aware Of the great Ordeal dared and done By one more Brother of the Sun ! Master, the shriek of a great bird Blends with the torrent of the thunder. It is the echo of the word That tore the universe …
1912 · PDF PAGE 85
… the light Went out in an immortal night, The world annihilated by The opening of the Master's Eye. How can I tell it? Master, master] A sense of some divine disaster Abases me. Indeed, the shrine Is desolate of the divine] But all the illusion gone, behold The one that is l Royally rolled, I hear strange music in the air I It is the angelic choir, aware Of the great Ordeal dared and done By one more Brother of the Sun ! Master, the shriek of a great bird Blends with the torrent of the thunder. It is the echo of the word That tore the universe …
1912 · PDF PAGE 82
…is the end of all our pain, The dissolution of the brain I For 101 in this no mortar sticks ; Down comes the house~a hail of bricks! The sense of all I hear is drowned ; Tap, tap, isolated sound, Patters, clatters, batters, chatters, Tap, tap, tap, and nothing matters! Senseless hallucinations roll Across the curtain of the soul. Each ripple on the river seems The madness 013 maniac’s dreams! 50 in the self no memory-chain Or causal wisp to bind the straws l The Self disrupted! Blank, insane, Both of existence and of laws, The Ego and the Unive…
1912 · PDF PAGE 82
…is the end of all our pain, The dissolution of the brain I For 101 in this no mortar sticks ; Down comes the house~a hail of bricks! The sense of all I hear is drowned ; Tap, tap, isolated sound, Patters, clatters, batters, chatters, Tap, tap, tap, and nothing matters! Senseless hallucinations roll Across the curtain of the soul. Each ripple on the river seems The madness 013 maniac’s dreams! 50 in the self no memory-chain Or causal wisp to bind the straws l The Self disrupted! Blank, insane, Both of existence and of laws, The Ego and the Unive…
1919 · PDF PAGE 202
…the sun, did I Fall from the conning-crag, that springs Above the Universe of Things, Into the dark impertinence Of the mirrored lies of sense. Yet, when I sought the stars to espy And ree the runes of destiny, Mine eyes their wonted office failed, So diligently God had veiled Me from myself! I could not hear The drone and rustle of the weir. No help in that world or in this! I was alone in the abyss. No Whence! no Whither! and no Why! Not even Who evokes reply. No vision and no voice repay
1929 · PDF PAGE 328
…selves, so to speak, intoxicated and unable to penetrate to the pith. People did not realize that my sonorous similes possessed a subtle sense intelligible only to those whose minds were familiar with the subject. It is, in fact, necessary to study almost any poem of mine like a palimpsest. The slightest phrase is essential; each one must be interpreted individually, and the poem read again until its personality presents itself. People who like my poetry, bar those who are simply tickled by the sound or what they imagine to be the sense, agree …
1912 · PDF PAGE 5
… argueth Its existence from design of the Cosmos, noting that Its tracks form a geometrical figure. But seeth that this depends upon his sense of geometry ; and is therefore no proof. Meditating upon this likeness to himself—Its subjectivity, in short —he seeth It in the Blue Lake. Thither plunging, all is shattered. xxiii, Seeking It in shrines he findeth but a money-box; while they that helped him (as they said) in his search, but robbed him. xxiv. Arguing Its obscurity, he seeketh It within the bowels of Etna, cutting off all avenues of sens…
1905 · PDF PAGE 36
…easured pulses quickened with the blood Of that desire which pours its deadly flood Through soul and shaken body ; scarce a thought, But sense through spirit most divinely wrought To perfect feeling ; only through the lips Electric ardour kindles, flashes, slips Through all the circle to her lips again, And thence, unwavering, flies to mine, to drain All pleasure in one draught. No whispered sigh ; No change of breast ; love’s posture perfectly Once gained, we change no more. The fever grows Hotter or cooler, as the night wind blows Fresh gusts…
1961 · PDF PAGE 33
…with Ether, we gain the Power of analysing the Consciousness into its Planes; and so for many others. But all these are, in our mystical Sense, Poisons; that is, we take two Things diverse and opposite, binding them together so that they are compelled to unite; and the Orgasm of each Marriage is an Ecstasy, the Lower dissolving in the Higher. n
1902 · PDF PAGE 29
… arrow of sharp sacrifice. Eating me up with poison ! I am hurled Far through the vaporous confines of the world With agony of sundering sense, beholding Thy mighty flower, blood-coloured death, unfolding ! Lithe limbs and supple shoulders and lips curled, Curled out to draw me to their monstrous world ! Warm breasts that glow with light ephemeral And move with passionate music to enthrall, To charm, to enchant, to seal the entrancing breath. I fall ! Stop ! Spare me !—Slay me ! [ Tannhduser enters into an ecstasy. This is death. [ The evil and…
1905 · PDF PAGE 178
…ght 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 peace in my struggling no…
1910 · PDF PAGE 25
ROSA COELI 15 Laughing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of sense, Some drop of nectar worth a world of wine, Some grace of One divine Worth more than all lifes grace, and more than life intense. Was there a wonder if the silken boy Found her a-playing on the bluebell marge And drank from golden vats the wine of joy ; Hot, eager, overcoming in her breath, 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 …
1910 · PDF PAGE 137
… ! She blazed. Each belly-twitch set swinging The censers of the stars, set singing The myriad choirs of cherubim. All nature dived from sense, to swim In that past-space past-period Infinite ocean that is God. Such luck be yours ! You cannot tell The pulse that makes my forehead swell. You see me walk in clubs, not cloisters ; Eat not ambrosia, but oysters. Nor shall it all avail you, though You eat your heart for lust to know, To watch these sparks of verse I throw Cold ere they flame ! For they attest The anvils ring, the hammers zest, The…