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1907 · PDF PAGE 95

Konx Om Pax

…none other God than He.” He conjures up the Universe, Men bitter bad, and women worse. The whole disgusting Pan is shown, Filth from the spirit to the stone. “ Read that l ” he yelled. “Your eyeballs squint, But That is surely plain as print.” “ It is,” I said, “ for all to see— There is none other God than He.” And now the Devil strides and spins Most furiously widdershins. He causes two deceitful moons To dance upon the driving dunes. “ If all ’s illusion, gentle youth, All is the enemy of Truth. Where are you now?” “ My worthy friend !” (I a…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 343

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…s the swish of the wavelets that beat on a cavernless shore, Or the cry of the sea-mew that echoes a moment or more, So the voice of thy spirit soft-calling my soul in its flight. As the breath of the wind that is borne from the island of Love, As the swift-moving cloudlets that sail in the heaven above, As the warmth of the sunlight that breaks on the shimmer- ing sea, And the sweetness that lurks in the sting of the honey- fed bee, So the joy of thy kiss, the dread offspring of serpent and dove. As the trail of the fiery lightnings which glea…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 343

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…s the swish of the wavelets that beat on a cavernless shore, Or the cry of the sea-mew that echoes a moment or more, So the voice of thy spirit soft-calling my soul in its flight. As the breath of the wind that is borne from the island of Love, As the swift-moving cloudlets that sail in the heaven above, As the warmth of the sunlight that breaks on the shimmer- ing sea, And the sweetness that lurks in the sting of the honey- fed bee, So the joy of thy kiss, the dread offspring of serpent and dove. As the trail of the fiery lightnings which glea…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 200

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…existeth not, save by reason of the others: and then indeed it is mighty and terrible materially, and is the Throne 01 the Forces of the Spirit. Woe unto whomsoever shall make war upon her, when thus established 1 THE SPHERES OF INFLUENCE OF THE COURT CARDS OF THE TAROT PACK ΤΗΕ Princesses rule the Four Parts 01 the Celestial Heavens which lie around the North Pole, and above the respective Cherubic Signs of the Zodiac, and they 101111 the Thrones of the Powers of the Four Aces. The twelve cards, the Four Kings, Queens and Princes rule the domi…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 200

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…existeth not, save by reason of the others: and then indeed it is mighty and terrible materially, and is the Throne 01 the Forces of the Spirit. Woe unto whomsoever shall make war upon her, when thus established 1 THE SPHERES OF INFLUENCE OF THE COURT CARDS OF THE TAROT PACK ΤΗΕ Princesses rule the Four Parts 01 the Celestial Heavens which lie around the North Pole, and above the respective Cherubic Signs of the Zodiac, and they 101111 the Thrones of the Powers of the Four Aces. The twelve cards, the Four Kings, Queens and Princes rule the domi…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 8

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…p like lost souls through horrid emptinesses To their own black unfathomable abysses! Now Freedom, flower and star and wind and wave And spirit of the unimagined fire, Begotten on the dishonourable grave Of fallen tyranny, may seek her sire In the pure soul of Man, her lips may lave In the pure waters of her soul’s desire, Truth: and deep eyes behold thine eyes as deep, Fresh lips kiss thine that kissed her soul from sleep. See Italy, the eagle of all time, Triumphant, from her coffin’s leaden prison, Soar into freedom, seek the heights sublime…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 100

Orpheus

…h solemn joy and laughter of love; the grace Of all my body swaying stoops and dashes Swift to the daisy’s dawn of love: and swiftest, O spirit of man, when unto me thou liftest! Dawn shakes the molten fire of my delight From the fine flower and fragrance of my tresses! Sunset bids darken all my body’s light, Mixing its music with the sad caresses Of the whole world: I wheel in wingless flight Through lampless space, the starless wildernesses! Beyond the universal bounds that roll, There is the shrine and image of my soul. Nature my name is cal…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 228

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…. (vir) More sombrely the secret summer broods Upon the world; there is no sense of green —In all the listening, virgin solitudes Of the spirit—that is not stirred; ah, love! we lean

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1913 · PDF PAGE 334

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…s No, and once more No! Christ is the reality, duty, which protests eternally against the ideality, right. He is the emancipation of the spirit which breaks the slavery of the flesh. He is devotion in revolt against egoism. He is the sublime modesty which replies to pride: “I will not obey thee!” Christ is unmated; Christ is solitary; Christ is sad: Why? Because woman has prostituted herself. Because society is guilty of theft. Because selfish joy is impious. Christ is judged, condemned, and executed; and men adore Him! This happened in a world…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 228

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…. (vir) More sombrely the secret summer broods Upon the world; there is no sense of green —In all the listening, virgin solitudes Of the spirit—that is not stirred; ah, love! we lean

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1913 · PDF PAGE 334

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…s No, and once more No! Christ is the reality, duty, which protests eternally against the ideality, right. He is the emancipation of the spirit which breaks the slavery of the flesh. He is devotion in revolt against egoism. He is the sublime modesty which replies to pride: “I will not obey thee!” Christ is unmated; Christ is solitary; Christ is sad: Why? Because woman has prostituted herself. Because society is guilty of theft. Because selfish joy is impious. Christ is judged, condemned, and executed; and men adore Him! This happened in a world…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 81

The Soul of Osiris

THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY. 69 Seven days a corpse lay desolate—at last Back drew the spirit and the soul aghast To animate that clay—O horrible ! The resurrection pang is hardly past. Yet in awhile I stumbled to my feet To flee—no nightmare could be worse to meet. And, spite of that, I knew some deadlier trap Some worm more poisonous would set—mayhap ! I turned—the path ? My horror was complete— A flaming sword across the earthquake gap. I cried aloud to God in my despair. “ The quest of quests ! I seek it, for I dare ! Moonward ! on, moonward …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 80

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…oaster? Better we each Leave our bones here to bleach And be saved, than go burn with the Paynim impostorl For the infidel swine Lack our spirit divine ; Their crazy old prophet prohibits them wine! Drink, every knight! God and my right! We’ll drive the black dogs to their kennels to-nightl SIR JAMES. Peace to thy ribaldry! Here comes the Preceptor. To saddle! JOCELYN. Why cannot he ride with us, as a good knight and gay? SIR JAMES. Who poises in his mind the destinies of Christendom needs not in his ear thy fool's prattle, or thy fool’s face at…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 80

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…oaster? Better we each Leave our bones here to bleach And be saved, than go burn with the Paynim impostorl For the infidel swine Lack our spirit divine ; Their crazy old prophet prohibits them wine! Drink, every knight! God and my right! We’ll drive the black dogs to their kennels to-nightl SIR JAMES. Peace to thy ribaldry! Here comes the Preceptor. To saddle! JOCELYN. Why cannot he ride with us, as a good knight and gay? SIR JAMES. Who poises in his mind the destinies of Christendom needs not in his ear thy fool's prattle, or thy fool’s face at…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 194

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…l, And dare not—even afraid, I must aspire. Yet something 1 Correct for ‘‘ Michael.” A_ piece of pedantry pardonable in a youth of 25. A spirit walking in a dream, I went To the high throne—they shook the firma- ment With foolish cheers. queen And wept in silence. Then, as it had been An angel’s voice and touch, her face she bent, Lifted and kissed me—oh! her lips were keen! I knelt before the ler voice was softer than a virgin’s eyes: ‘Go! my true knight: for thither, thither lies The only road for thee ; thou hast a prayer Walted each hour—my…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 222

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…s that ring round the rainbow sky.! Hear me! The century’s lamp is growing dim ; Saturnian gloom descends and it must die. Fili, fill my spirit to the utter brim With fire and melody ! O nine sweet sisters! I have heard your song In blue soft waters and in stern grey seas; I listen for your voices in the throng; I languish for your deadly melodies! Yet, when I hear the sound for which I long, My soul is not at ease. There rings an iron music In my ears ; A Martial cadence, chorus of the Hours: The years of plenty, the abundant years Flee, as th…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 90

The Mother’s Tragedy

…E GOLDEN EYES Did a breath of wind disturb the lazy day ? Did a soul of fear flit phantom-wise across ? Suddenly we clasped and clave as spirit unto clay; Suddenly love swooped to us as swoops the albatross. O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Did thy husband’s venom breathe on the trembling scale ? Did that voice corrupting cry across the midnight air ? What decided? Gabriel may spin the foolish tale. What decided ? We were lovers—who should care ? O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! How we clave together! How we strained caresses! How the swooning limbs …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 15

Ambergris

6 AMBERGRIS FROM SONGS OF THE SPIRIT The Goad αν υγρον αμπταιην αιθερα πορσω γαιας Ελλανιας αστερας εσπερους οιον, οιον αλγος επαθον, φιλαι EURIPIDES. Amsterdam, December 23rd, 1897. Let me pass out beyond the city gate. All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now, and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean, these old black streets ! a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun, and I Watch his red face pa…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 79

Liber Aleph

…HE BOOK OF WISDOM OR FOLLY 67 Bx De Poetis (Of Poets) OR this Reason is the Poet called an Incarnation of the Zeitgeist, that is, of the Spirit or Will of his Period. So every Poet is also a Prophet, because when that which he sayeth is recognized as the Expression of their own Thought by Men, they translate this into Act, so that, in the Parlance of he Folk vulgar and ignorant, “that which he foretold is come to pass.” Now then the Poet is Interpreter of the Hieroglyphs of the Hidden Will of Man in many a matter, some light, some deep, as it m…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 22

Jephthah

…tes the crown. For we have sinned against thee, and our souls Scathe and devour as coals, And God is wroth because of thee, to break The spirit of our pride, our lips to make Reverent toward thee, as of men ashamed. And now we pray thee for our children’s sake, And thine own pity’s sake, to come untamed, And furiously to ride against our foes, And be our leader, till one sanguine rose Spread from thy standard awful leaves of blood, And thy swords pour their long insatiate flood Through ranks of many dead, and then to close The wounds of all the…

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