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…re Of far unstained eternity ! There we will rest. Beware! Beware! For I am young, and you are fair. Nay! Iam old in this, you know! Ah! heart of God! I love you so! 55
… and choose The very centre of my mouth, and meet In one supreme and conquering kiss, and cleave Unto the wound they leave, Bringing all heart’s blood to one house, too sore and sweet? And Who rageth as a lioness bereaved, If, fora moment’s breathing space, I move Back from the purple where her bosom heaved, Back from the chosen body that I love? Whose lips cling faster still In desperate sweet will? Whose body melts as fire caught in wine Into the clasping soul? Whose breathing breasts control Her heart’s quick pulsing, and the sob of mine? O …
…VOICE. It is not given to flesh and blood, till they be seven times purged, purged through and through, to dwell in the sanctuary of the Heart of the Master. My fervour is exhausted; my faith fails; I fall from the rapture of passion that pours through the abyss of space. All things feel It; all things live by It; yet nothing that knows itself knows It as It is. So now I, burning up, yet not burnt through, in the glory of that Light, vibrating to, yet not vibrating altogether with, the vigour of that Pulse, am just so far attuned to the Heart o…
…leck. I know thine answer by these amorous hands That touch me thus to tempt me, by the kiss Whose sudden passion burns upon my neck Thy heart clings to me in perfect “ Yes ! ”
THE ALPS (Translated from the French) ALL hail! ye glaciers splendid That meet the azure sky, Across you we have wended With joyous heart and high. The snow is tinged with morning, The air is keen and pure, Away ! to seek the dawning | Upon the loftiest tower! Below the silent passes The chamois browse in peace : The distant roar of masses And city clamours cease. *Tis here we leave the sadness Of cruel earth behind ; This is the land of gladness Of every noble mind ! This is the summit regal Of boldly-sculptured form. ’Tis hence the audacious …
…ond the bands, beyond the bars, And so the Expanse of Mystery veil by veil Burns inward, plume on plume still folding over The dissolved heart of the amazéd lover— The angel wings over the Holy Grail!
…w, but uttered not, his rune. Il. Now when the time was fully come The dying man was dumb, But with his failing hand did make A sign: my heart doth ache. At that the kingly man, the fourth, Rose up and spat against the North. Then made the dying man a sign: My head is running like strong wine. 92
…bout the shambles of slaughter ! III I know thee who thou art, The inmost fiend that curlest Thy vampire tongue about Earths corybantic heart, Hells warrior that whirlest The darts of horror and doubt !
52 The Diary of a Drug Fiend And that’s really very much the same spirit. “ Heart of my heart, come out of the rain, Let’s have another go of cocaine.” I know I don’t count when it comes to poetry, and the distinguished authoress can well afford to smile, if it’s only the society smile, and step quietly over my remains. But I really have got the spirit of the thing. “ Always go on till you have to stop, Let’s have another sniff, old top!” No, that’s undignified. “Carry on! over the top!” would be better. It’s more dignified and patriotic, and e…
…ECROPHILIA Void of the ecstasies of Art It were in life to have lain by thee, And felt thy kisses rain on me, And the hot beating of thy heart, When thy warm sweat should leave me cold, And my worn soul find out no bliss In the obscenities I kiss, And the things shameful that I hold. My nostrils sniff the luxury Of flesh decaying, bowels torn Of festive worms, like Venus, born Of entrails foaming like the sea. Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not ; And hast a strange desire begot In me, to lick thy bloody br…
… soul-tormenting violin that speaks Truth, and enunciates all my soul seeks, And binds my love in its desirous bands, And clutches at my heart, until there stands No fibre yet unshaken, while it wreaks In one sharp song the agony of weeks, And all my soul and body understands. The music changes, and I know that here, In these new melodies, a tongue of fire Leaps at each waving of the silver spear; And all my sorrow dons delight’s attire Because the gate of Heaven is so near, And I have comprehended my desire.
…raw my breath Into the hollow lungs of death! There is no light, nor any motion. There is no mass, nor any sound. Still, in the lampless heart of ocean, Fasten me down and hold me drowned Within thy womb, within thy thought, Where there is naught—where there is naught ! 73
… tedious pleasure. I look toward the great event, To Mary’s bliss, the starry treasure. I scourge my body till the blood Pours from this heart that hateth light, Mix with its tide Thy crystal flood ! O Mary, cleanse Thine acolyte ! Accept this offering of pain ! Receive Thy neophyte’s devotion, Till to Thy peace he rise again, O star of love on sorrow’s ocean ! Amen. B 59
Let me away! Then is it not enough That you have won me to your wickedness? That wehavetouched the strange and sexless love Whose heart is death ? That you and I express The poison of a thousand evil flowers And drain that cup of bitterness, my Lola? That you have killed my safe and sunny hours — A Venus to seduce Savonarola! Why have you taken this most monstrous shape, Imperious malison and hate flung after? You clutch me like a gross lascivious ape, And like a gloating devil’s rings the laughter. O sweet my maid, bethink yourself awhile! Rec…
…eeps , thy brave , thy handsome lad, Who sang awhile on the rolling wold , He lies deep down , in his red suit clad , He dreams with his heart that once was glad , And his mad red lips are cold . Barden Towers in a mist of rain , The trees all green and yellow and gold , A wistful gloom on the hills of pain And a tale of sadness told . 165
…E! TN my distress Pmade complaint to Death : Thy shadow strides across the starry airs Thou comest as a serpent unaware, Striking love’s heart and crushing out min’s Dreath : Thy destiny is even as God saith To mark the impotence of human prayer, Choke hope, sting all but Love; and never care . If man or flower or sparrow perisheth. Thee, T invoke thee, though no mercy move Thy heart! No power is to thy hate assigned On love (sing, poets! shrill, Pandean reecls !), But me, look on me, how my bosom bleeds— Invoke new power of cruelty ; be kind, …
…ring and straight. She pointed to the East with flashing eyes : “Thou canst not see her—but my Queen shall rise.” Bowed head and heating heart, with feet unsure I passed her, trembling, for she was too pure. I could have loved her. No: she was too wise. Her presence was too gracious to endure. ‘‘She did not bid me go and chain me to her,” I cried, comparing. her For One beyond all song 1—my poor heart turned ; Then, *tis no wonder. burned Mightier yet than ever. To renew her Venom from those pure eyes? And yet I yearned. Then, my spirit knew An…
… turf To the beating of the surf. Dance together, ere we part, And Selenes dart Give the signal for your slumber and the rapture of our heart. Semi-Chorus of Men Exalted with immeasurable gladness ; Bonds touched with tears and melted like the snow, Wake the song loudly ; loose the leash of madness, Beat the loud drum, and bid the trumpet blow. Semi-Chorus of Women Let the lute thrill divinely low, Let the harp strike a tender note of sad- ness ; Louder and louder, till the full song flow, One earth-dissolving stream of utter gladness.
…ld prate of this ? I know the secret thought that blossomed ! Extol the truth of love's disdain ! Love, daring by no glance to gladden A heart that waits but that to madden 5
…deck ? Or his who leaves his wife, his only joy. Ah ! Soul of mine, I weep that we must part. Yet never goes abroad without a buoyant heart. Such joys are his who loves the grassy knoll And contemplates the sad, effusive me. Nor seeks in vain the Virgin Marys holy shrine. [127]