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Page 41 of 1281907 · PDF PAGE 101
…fixed bold By the calm of the Master, god-like to behold The horror with firm chisel and glance of ice. Ay! and the petty and the sordid soul, A servile whore’s deformed debauchery,? Grins from the image. Let posterity From Rodin’s art guess Mirbeau’s heart, extol The lethal chamber men ere then will find For the pimp’s pen and the corrupted mind. 1 Le jardin des supplices, par Octave Mirbeau. 2 Les mémoires d’une femme de chambre, par Octave Mirbeau. 65 K
1907 · PDF PAGE 6
… lustre of your eyes dissolves The veil that hides your naked splendour From these inform resolves And halting loves of your poor poets soul With Radiance mild and tender, So that I see awhile the golden goal ! Yea ! all your light involves Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That would be mine, be mine, Were I but man enough To endure the rapture of that sudden sun The knowledge of your love, The assumption of me into that sweet shrine 1 R
1908 · PDF PAGE 41
AMPHORA X IRACULOUS birth of the roses In the fervour of summer aswing Awaken the soul that reposes To praise of our SAVIOUR the King. Let myrtle and honey and amber Be mixed in the censer and spiced That our worship may cluster and clamber To the mother of CHRIST and the CHRIST. Miraculous birth of the lilies, Afloat in the fountains that spring, One Voice on the lake that is still, is The voice of our SAVIOUR the King. Let corn for His Body be gilded ! Pour wine for His Blood the unpriced ! That a temple of worship be builded For CHRIST and t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 454
…ht? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (God praise thee, knight of adamant }) ; He plunges to that gruesome goal Firm as an old bull-elephant!
1910 · PDF PAGE 454
…ht? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (God praise thee, knight of adamant }) ; He plunges to that gruesome goal Firm as an old bull-elephant!
1910 · PDF PAGE 136
…lack wine in jars of jade Cooled all these months in hoarded snow ! Black wine with purple starlight in its bosom, Oily and sweet as the soul of a brown maid Brought from the forenoon’s archipelago, Her brows bound bright with many a scarlet blossom — Like the blood of the slain that flowered free When we met the black men knee to knee ! ALEXANDER Brothers, how found you me ?
1898 · PDF PAGE 78
As fell from all his shaken soul the veil. Then on the night began the awful gale That did assume a voice Whereat the air was peopled with such forms As ride abroad upon the path of storms, And in the awe rejoice. They gather, chanting, round that noble head. The master of the prisons of the dead Loosens the bonds and bids the furies spring For their last struggle ere they own a king. This pæan of the sky they sing. CHANT OF DEMONS. We ride upon the fury of the blast, Fast, fast. We race upon the horses of the wind, The tameless thunder follows…
1898 · PDF PAGE 43
CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. 37 Play on its brink ! What soul can tell But I, your God, may be as air, A children’s snare ? “ But I am here, I will not heed, I will not give more signs ; But I Will come with heavy hand and deed And give men knowledge ere they die How their priests lie. “ A gospel marred, a bastard creed, A dogma out of hell ye teach ! False shepherds, ye shall learn your meed ; Not as waves breaking on the beach My wrath shall reach ! “ I forget not—heed not my cry, Play out the farce, wed fast the twain !— Red judgment and black …
1901 · PDF PAGE 44
32 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. So she, my bride, my queen, So virginal, so keen, Swoons, while the moon-rays lean To fan their silver ship. No sleep, but precious kisses In those pale wildernesses, Mark the dead hours of night, No sleep so sweet as this is, Whose pulse of purple blisses Beats calm and cool and light. No life so fair with roses, No day so swift to close is ; No cushion so reposes Fair love so sweet and slight. Sleep greets the morn and takes us ; The wood that wonders makes us Soft noises heard above. The sunny snake forsakes us, The no…
1906 · PDF PAGE 110
…horse! IV. My first friend was an agéd monk, He fed on rice and water. Sunk His cheeks and cold his blood. You see The fool was a damned soul like me; He had starved himself on earth in hope In heaven to banquet with the Pope, With God and Christ on either hand And all the angels’ choral band Playing sweet music. O the fool To treat earth as a baby’s school! 102
1910 · PDF PAGE 121
A SLIM GILT SOUL 111 Quickened, when afterwards your help He needed, to a currish yelp. Nowso the wheel of Fortune whirls ! Your kindly love for little girls And ardour for the fine old faith Makes all that past a wisp, a wraith. You patronise our Sunday schools, Pronounce on Grammars darkest rules, Rebuke bad taste, irreverence, Heresy, humbug, and pretence. Your tepid verses come like boons To cheer Suburban afternoons ; While Asquith, were he only wise, Would bid a Board of Morals rise ; Sure no one like yourself can be Past-Master in Vir…
1911 · PDF PAGE 41
AMPHORA X IRACULOUS birth of the roses In the fervour of summer aswing Awaken the soul that reposes To praise of our SAVIOUR the King. Let myrtle and honey and amber Be mixed in the censer and spiced That our worship may cluster and clamber To the mother of CHRIST and the CHRIST. Miraculous birth of the lilies, Afloat in the fountains that spring, One Voice on the lake that is still, is The voice of our SAVIOUR the King. Let corn for His Body be gilded ! Pour wine for His Blood the unpriced ! That a temple of worship be builded For CHRIST and t…
1912 · PDF PAGE 82
…ght, striding forth From Set’s abominable shrine, Pursues the quest with bitter wrath, So that his words flow out like wine. And lo! the soul that heareth them Is straightway healed of suffering. His fame runs through the land of Khem: They flock, the peasant and the king. There he works many a miracle: The blind see, and the cripples walk; Lepers grow clean ; sick folk grow well ; The deaf men hear, the dumb men talk. He casts out devils with a word; Circleth his wand, and dead men rise. No such a wonder hath been heard Since Christ our God’s …
1899 · PDF PAGE 198
… corn shafts back the sudden glint Of sunshine that brings healing with the breath Of western winds that sigh, and hint _ Of sleep, twin soul with death. Death, death ere dawn. The night is over dark, Trees are grown terrible, the shadows wan Make shudder all the tense desires of man ; No gleam of moonlight bears the golden mark Of sunny lips, nor shines upon Our sleep—Love’s birchen bark.
1901 · PDF PAGE 58
46 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. “ La cour d’appel de la volonté de l’homme— C’est le ventre ! ”—Old proverb. The worst of meals is that we have to meet. They trick my purpose and evade my will, Remind my conscience that I love her still, And pull my spirit from its lofty seat. For I withdraw myself : my stealthy feet Seek half-ashamed the alembic which I fill To the epic-mark—one sonnet to distil, In this poor miracle—my love to cheat. Dinner clangs cheerily from my lady’s gong. A man must eat in intervals of song ! Swift feet run back to hide my hate o…
1909 · PDF PAGE 359
…ded my nails And painted my lips with vermilion? Am I not wholly stript Of the deeds and thoughts that obscure thee? I wait for thee, my soul distraught With aching for some nameless naught In its most arcane crypt— Am I not fit to endure thee? Girded about the paps With a golden girdle of glory, Dost thou wait me, thy slave who am, As a wolf lurks for a strayed white lamb? The chain of the stars snaps, And the deep of night is hoary! Thou whose mouth is a flame With its seven-edged sword proceeding, 351
1909 · PDF PAGE 359
…ded my nails And painted my lips with vermilion? Am I not wholly stript Of the deeds and thoughts that obscure thee? I wait for thee, my soul distraught With aching for some nameless naught In its most arcane crypt— Am I not fit to endure thee? Girded about the paps With a golden girdle of glory, Dost thou wait me, thy slave who am, As a wolf lurks for a strayed white lamb? The chain of the stars snaps, And the deep of night is hoary! Thou whose mouth is a flame With its seven-edged sword proceeding, 351
1901 · PDF PAGE 16
4 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. THE ALTAR OF ARTEMIS. HERE, in the coppice, oak and pine And mystic yew and elm are found, Sweeping the skies, that grow divine With the dark wind’s despairing sound, The wind that roars from the profound, And smites the mountain-tops, and calls Mute spirits to black festivals, And feasts in valleys iron-bound, Desolate crags, and barren ground ;— There in the strong storm-shaken grove Swings the pale censer-fire for love. The foursquare altar, rightly hewn, And overlaid with beaten gold, Stands in the gloom ; the stealthy…
1903 · PDF PAGE 106
…orn of strings intangible, of spheres Shaken of love, a mightier music’s might Frailer to sound than dewfall is to sight ! Wake, O sweet soul incorporate of tears ! Or else dream on and let no tears begem Love’s crown of thorns, ensanguine diadem, But let pale kisses blossom, starry shrine Of lips most deathlike, that endure divine Past sleep’s, or parting’s, or death’s spoil of them In the pomegranate walks of Proserpine ! 86
1910 · PDF PAGE 226
THE DREAMER In the grey dim Dawn where the Souls Unborn May look on the Things to Be ; A tremulous Shade, a Thing Unmade, Stood Lost by the silent Sea; And shuddering fought the o’erwhelming thought Of Its own Identity. Is the frenzied form that derides the storm A ghost of the days to Be? And the restless wave but the troubled grave Of Its own dread Imagery? Or merely a wraith cast up without faith From the jaws of a Phantom Sea? To his Love Unborn in that grey dim Dawn Did the Shade of the Dreamer flee; Nor marked he the Flood where the Visio…