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Page 23 of 1971928 · PDF PAGE 5
…er all, a mis- take!of feeding on poison because he recog- nized the banality of food; of experimenting with death because he had tried life, and found it fail him. The thought of Baudelaire has thus been universally recognized as highly unsuitable for the suburbs, as incompatible with any view of life which advocates spiritual complacency, mental and physical contentment. His writings are indeed the deadliest poison for the idle, the optimistic, the overfed: they must fill every really human spirit with that intense and insuf- ferable yearnin…
1906 · PDF PAGE 80
74 ALICE: AN ADULTERY Cold and inténse ; the one-and-twentieth day They drew my life out, one exceeding stress, Volcanic anguish !—Here’s the strange €XCESS: I called, ere waking, on the name Eheteh ! Solve me the riddle of the dream who can ! That night I sought a new toy for a lure, And she would not: but knew how hard to endure | Is love like ours, the love of purity. So she: “ Dispute it like a man!” and I: “* But I must also feel it as a man!” Note. Eheieh is the Hebrew for ‘‘I] am that Iam.” Its numerical value is 21. I was not aware at t…
1901 · PDF PAGE 45
…arrier. For I pity thee With my old heart’s whole pity. Thou art young, And beautiful, and proud, and dear to me, Whom I have served thy life through. Now that love Demands a deadlier service—to speak truth. Thou art not Horus, but a man as I. CHORUS. Thou art not Horus, buta man. Thy life Is not of the immortals, but, as ours, Stands at the summons of the hooded death. PACHAD. Speak! I have this much of a god in me— I am not shaken at your cries; my lips
1902 · PDF PAGE 51
…Hathoor and Aphrodite —whom I mock ! I may not follow in the dimness— I Chained unto matter by my evil will, Delight of death and carnal life. But see ! He stirs, as one beholding in a dream Some deadly serpent or foul basilisk Sunning its scales, called kingly, in the mire. Strike, O my lover ! I will drag thee down Into mine own unending pain and hate To be one devil more upon the earth. — Come ! ye my serpents, wrap his bosom round With your entangling leprosy ! And me, Let me assume the beloved limber shape. The crested head, the jewelled e…
1905 · PDF PAGE 120
…lood springs—like pearls beneath the sea Whose moony glimmer hath a purple vein Hidden—so I athirst of the sad stain Drink up her body’s life, as if to spite Its quiet, as if the venom were to drain Into my life—that hurts me not at all, Struck by a stronger buffet: let me call All deaths! they come not, seeing I am broken In this one horror where a man may fall. I am alive, and live not: I am dead, And die not: on my desolated head No dew may drop, no word of God be spoken, None heard, if by some chance some word be said. : 12]
1899 · PDF PAGE 15
…n death, There brooded on the waters the strange breath Of an incarnate hatred. Darkness fell And chaos, from prodigious gulphs of hell. Life, that rejoiced to travail with a man, Looked where the cohorts of destruction ran, Saw darkness visible, and was afraid, Seeing. There grew like Death a monster shade, Blind as the coffin, as the covering sod Damp, as the corpse obscene, the Christian God. So to the agony dirges of despair Man cleft the womb, and shook the icy air With bitter cries for light and life and love. But these, begotten of the w…
1902 · PDF PAGE 140
Out flames the miracle of life and love ! Out, out the lights ! Flame, flame, the rushing storm ! Darkness and death, and glory in my soul ! Swept, swept away are pope and cardinal, Palace and city ! There I lay beneath The golden roof of the eternal stars, Borne up on some irremeable sea That glowed with most internal brilliance ; Borne up, borne up by hands invisible Into a firmament of secret light Manifest, open, permeating me ! Then, then, I cried upon the mystic Word ! (That once begot in me the Venusberg) And lo ! that light was darkness…
1905 · PDF PAGE 82
Accurséd hopes, accurséd fears, accursed pleasures. Long-suffering of all life! Changed consciousness at strife! No dancer treads the melancholy measures Unchanged for one short tune: no dancer flags, The hateful music luring them to move Weary and desolate ; And as the rhyme revolves and shrills and drags Their limbs insane they smile and call it love, Or, mocking, call it hatred: it is Fate. These grey eyes close to the deceitful dream Of death that will not take the tired for ever. Again, again, revolves the orb; the stream, The dew, the clo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 241
TANNHAUSER 234 The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls, And falls! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon’s! , Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, The song that soars, and reads the starry runes, And swoons ! None but the dead can tune the lyre of love! Come, love, thy body serpentine and bright …
1919 · PDF PAGE 127
DE LEGE LIBELLVM In exercise of Will and of Love are implied motion and change, but in Life is gained an Unity which moveth and changeth only in pulse or in phase, and is even as music. Yet in the attainment of this Life you will already have experienced that the Quintessence thereof is pure Light, an ecstacy formless, and without bound or mark. In this Light naught exists, for It is homogeneous: and therefore have men called it Silence, and Darkness, and Nothing. But in this, as in all other effort to name it, is the root of every fal- sity an…
1905 · PDF PAGE 146
…ot two but one Are ye. Together, as the stone, The oak, the river, or the sea, Mere elements of mine be ye, Or both resolve the dreadful life, And take death’s prize! Take thou the wife, Thou, who didst know. Her ignorance Resolve itself upon a chance! She shall decide the double fate. Be still, my child, and meditate ! This is an hour in heaven.” He ceased And I was silent. She released Her soul from that tremendous birth Of fear in gentle-minded mirth. “ Great Sir!” she cried, “the choice is made! An hour ago I was afraid, Knew nothing, and l…
1898 · PDF PAGE 15
…e peerless eyes That burn my soul ; you loose the torrent stream Of my desire ; you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole lifes hope : you deem You buy a heart ; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head ; you win The devils bargain ; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for your skin ! O bitter love, consuming all my will ! O love destroying, that …
1907 · PDF PAGE 136
… deep as the sea ; Thy music is darkness to me. CALLIOPE. Child of Thracian sire, on me begotten,. Knowest thou not the laughter and the life ? Knowest thou not how all things are for- gotten, — . | Being with a maiden wife ? How a subtle sense of inmost being Wraps thee in, and cuts the world away ; Sight and sound lose hearing and lose seeing, All the night is one with all the day ? Hearken to her sighing ! Life droops down as dying, Melting in the clasp of amorous limbs and hair; All the darkening world Round about ye furled— Dost thou know,…
1954 · PDF PAGE 369
…one with any bunch of legends. But such devices leave us without Accepted Authority, and without that nobody is going to gamble away his life. Thus the Path for men of spiritual integrity begins with absolute scepticism. Our methods must be exclusively inductive. "Gamble away his life," did I say? Indeed I did. If there is any truth at all in anything, or even any meaning in life, in Nature herself; then there is one thing, one thing only paramount; to find out who one is, what is one's necessary Way. The alternative to the Great Work is the ho…
1898 · PDF PAGE 49
JEPHTHAH. 45 Into the bowels of the earth, and close Upon those grisly men of war, whose life Groans from the prison that shall crush it out. CHORUS OF ELDERS. Be thou most blessed of the Lord for ever! But what shall he that hath delivered us Have for his guerdon when he comes in triumph ? A milk-white ass shall bear him through the city, And wreaths of roses be instead of dust, And dancing girls, and feet of maidens most, Shall strike a measure of delight, and boys With bright unsullied curls shall minister Before him all the days of life God…
1901 · PDF PAGE 128
…g, Glacis, and pent-house belch their monstrous horde Of hideous engines shattering—this strife Clears the straight road of Glory and of Life ! Nay : but the hateful death that stings the soul Into rebellion ; the insensate death That chokes its own delight with words that roll Mightier-mouthed than the archangel’s breath ; The death that murders courage ere it drink The soul’s own life-blood on the desperate brink ! So, from the languid fingers in my curls And dreamy worship of a woman’s eyes, I look beyond the miserable whirls Of foolish meas…
1907 · PDF PAGE 11
…balance changes ; all my wit surprises That I who saw the goblins in your face, That I who cursed you for the murderous whore Licking up life as a cat laps its milk, Now see you for a dream of youth and grace, Relume the magic aura that begirt you, Bless you for purity and lifea store ! An ever-running fountain-head of virtue To heal my soul and buckler it and harden ! Your body is like ivory and silk ! Your lips are like the poppies in the garden ! Your face is like a wreath of flowers to crown me ! Your eyes are wells wherein I long to drown…
1928 · PDF PAGE 18
… I owe it that I am thus surrounded with mystery, with si- lence, with peace and with perfume? Oh bless- edness! what we ordinarily call Life, even in its happiest expansion, has nothing in common with this supreme life which I now hold, and which I taste minute by minute, second by second. No, there are no more minutes, there are no more seconds. Time has disappeared; it is Eternity which reigns, an eternity of delight.
1905 · PDF PAGE 73
68 INVOCATION The clinging skirts of Time. My place is fixed In the abyss beyond all Stars and Suns. I AM, the Resurrection and the Life ! Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe ! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hath not formed ! Holy art Thou, the Vast and Mighty One ! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light !
1912 · PDF PAGE 30
24 His nails, and made his penance end, Clothing himself in steel and gold, Arming himself, his life to spend In vigil cold and wandering bold, Disdaining song and dalliance soft, Seeking one purpose to behold, And holding ever that aloft, Nor fearing God, nor heeding men. So thus his hermit habit doffed Sir Palamede the Saracen.