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Page 41 of 1151901 · PDF PAGE 73
… His soul against the quest ; the tumult ran Indecorous in that presence, man to man. Stilled suddenly, beholding how I bowed My soul in thought : another cry began. “ Gereth the dauntless ! Gereth of the Sea ! Gereth the loyal ! Child of royalty ! Witch-mothered Gereth ! Sword above the strong, Heart pure, head many-wiled ! ” The knightly throng Clamour my name, and flattering words, to me— If they may ’scape the quest—I do them wrong ; They are my friends—Yet something terrible Rings in the manly music that they swell.
1905 · PDF PAGE 100
…ed. O fruitless veil Of the strange self of its own self begotten ! O vision laughterless! O shadowy tale! O brain that halts before its thought forgotten ! Once all ye knew me—ere the earth grew pale, And Time began, and all its fruit lay rotten, Once, when thou knewest me indeed, and fed At these strong breasts—Ah! but the days are dead ! Now, in the dusty corridors of Time, I am forgotten: Gaian language falters If I would teach thee half an hint sublime Shed of the rayless fire upon my altars. IO]
1929 · PDF PAGE 95
…which we find ourselves is composed of éléments \ and no element of it came out of nothing. Newton’s First Law applies to every plane of thought. The theory of évolution is omniform. There is a reason for one’s prédisposition to goût, or the shape of one’s ear, in the past. The symbolism may change ; the facts do not. In one form or another, everything that exists is derived from some previous manifestation. Hâve it, if you will, fhat the memories of other incarnations are dreamsj but dreams are determined by reality just as much as the events …
1944 · PDF PAGE 156
…ss are in her character. She lives in the world of Romance, in the perpetual dream of rapture. On a superficial examination she might be thought selfish and indolent, but this is a quite false impression; silently and effortlessly she goes about her work.
1911 · PDF PAGE 80
…ders arched—~ JOCELYN. The seat of a hunchback 1 SIR JAMES. Like Atlas supporting the world. SIR RAYMOND. Good Jocelyn, could thy wisest thought match his most foolish, thou would’st sit at the council. JOCELYN. Gramercyl I smile awry. With a hawk on my wrist, and a madrigal at my lips, a prayer in the morning 72
1911 · PDF PAGE 80
…ders arched—~ JOCELYN. The seat of a hunchback 1 SIR JAMES. Like Atlas supporting the world. SIR RAYMOND. Good Jocelyn, could thy wisest thought match his most foolish, thou would’st sit at the council. JOCELYN. Gramercyl I smile awry. With a hawk on my wrist, and a madrigal at my lips, a prayer in the morning 72
1914 · PDF PAGE 8
CHICAGO MAY Or are you the mere brute, speech somehow caught By monkey mimicry—to mimic thought? You gabble art and music, mouth the names Of holy poets; sure a brute it is. Naught human could so prostitute the aims Of those high souls compact of light and bliss And truth. Shall mere anatomy refute? (The great sow snores)—oh, certainly a brute! Yet, if a brute, why should I hate you so? Because you are my own race turned to dung? ‘Things nearest to us plague us most, we know. ‘Why should such “why?” come tripping to my tongue ? It is love's shr…
1914 · PDF PAGE 10
…ad— O Christ of God | I wish you were a toad! A toad is cold and clammy, it is true; But you are hot and sticky, and smell too. VIIL ““T thought I was worth something!” Yes, you are; ‘Worth what the jeweller and the old-clothes-man ‘And the pork-butcher offer. Soul's a star, (And that is why no woman ever loathes man.) Tf you've that star, how could I “ guess it, say,” From the inspection of your Milky Way?
1954 · PDF PAGE 303
…he one passes unnoticed, the other causes surprise, only because you have in your mind the idea of "a run on black." Extend this line of thought a little, and link it up with what I was saying about the Magical Diary; you realize that every phenomenon soever is equally improbable, and "infinitely" so. The Universe is therefore nothing but Coincidence! How then can any event be more improbable than any other? Why, very simply. Go back to Monte; proclaim that at Table No.3 Black will turn up 7 times running, after this next spin. (Or, of course, …
1913 · PDF PAGE 213
… life alone. I'm grown as some madonna carved of stone, To kneel before , to honour, and forget. He was the child I made and now a man I thought his very blood was mine ; I made his soul and with it did entwine My soul, my life , my very self - and yet He is not I , he stands alone, a man . He cannot see I made him as he is, Gave him the breath of beauty with my kiss, · Taught him the tune of pain , with eyelids wet . He loves me , but he needs me not . A man Needs but himself , and right ; but I — but I I need a child ; I need to hush its cry …
1961 · PDF PAGE 79
…t 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 may be given unto him to do. Moreover, it is not altogether in the Word of any Poem, but in the quintessential Flavour of the Poet, that thou m…
1905 · PDF PAGE 137
…sy the tyrant’s end. The-gates are closed because of night Whose heavy breath iafects the air5 The dog-star gleams, a devilish light : I thought I saw behind me glare The eyes of fiends. IT thought I heard An evil laugh, a mocking word. The gates swing open at the Name, Without a warder roused from sleep; I pass, with face of burning flame, That is not quenched, although I weep. (For even my tears are tears of fire, For loathing, madness, and desire.) Ah God ! the traps for fervent feet ! The morrow beaconed, and I came By where the golden grov…
1905 · PDF PAGE 127
…NAE A child cried out that he had seen that face Limned with incomparable grace Even in the shape of splendour as she passed. The king’s thought turned at last To that forgotten story : and desire Filled all his heart with aureate fire Whose texture was a woman’s hair : so fine Bloomed the fair flower of pleasure : Not the wild solar treasure Of gleaming light, but the moon’s shadowy pearl, The love of a young girl Before she knows that love : so mused the king ; “ I am not weary of the soul of spring” He said, “ none happier in this causeless …
1909 · PDF PAGE 58
…ur dead universe Their frenzy rolled; henceforth no prince or power Should lift the sterile strength of that one curse Even to bring one thought to birth one hour. For now we knew; ” it is a lonely thing To sit supreme upon the single throne; ” But being come thus far, goes glittering: " It is a lovely thing to be alone! ” Silence! Beware to speak the fatal word That might inweave our two-ply with a third ! IX Wherefore again in sexless sanctity The mighty lingam rears its stilled sublime; The mighty yoni spreads its chastity Against the assaul…
1910 · PDF PAGE 11
… rain From the housetops of a ruined city Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain Not one pale thought with blushes ; my soul’s dead As a corpse flung out of the tideway on The stinking flats of London mud. The springs Are dry beyond appeal ; dull grey like lead (And heavier) is my soul’s carrion. If she came pleasing now, pure passionate, and sane, I would not take her back again.
1912 · PDF PAGE 100
…leshed on her adulterous throat, How her perfume refreshed the rank reek of the goat ! MORTADELLO. You were his mistress too ! MONICA. I thought the form was due Preliminal to sue exchange of troth with you. MORTADELLO. You mock me and you shock. MONICA. The people wait to see Unlock the barren rock of this fine colloquy. Which will you have ? Close furled the death-flag flutter free ? Or Venice and the world, the flesh, the deviland me ? MORTADELLO. It is my honour that you rob me of ! MONICA. I give You glory, a tame cat. MORTADELLO. Too fal…
1961 · PDF PAGE 127
…h the Belief that their Utterance is holy and beautiful, glorious with Banners. This would indeed be the Case, an we could discern their Thought from their Words; but because they have no technical Skill to express hemselves, the do not enable others to reproduce or recreate he original Passion which inspired them, or even any Memory hereof. Understand then what is the Agony of the Great Soul who hath every Key of Paradise at his Girdle, when he would open the Gate of Holiness, or of Beauty, or any Virtue soever, o the Men of his Age! s
1905 · PDF PAGE 62
…ose, The garland I made in my sorrow Was woven of infinite peace; The joy that was white on the morrow Made music of viols at ease ; The thoughts of the Ilighest would borrow the rvar of the seas. This pastime of hope and of labour Iled singing through bountiful hours, With sleep for a bride, for a neighbour With Death in the blossoming bowers That slays with his merciless sabre the passion of flowers. This pastime had hope for its metre, And trust in high God for the tune, And passion of sorrow made sweeter Than loves of the leafiest June, Whe…
1939 · PDF PAGE 45
…le geometrical object in one colour, such as a yellow square. I will quote the official instructions in The Equinox. "DharanaControl of thought." "1. Constrain the mind to concentrate itself upon a single simple object imagined. The five tatwas are useful for this purpose; they are: a black oval; a blue disk; a silver crescent; a yellow square; a red triangle. "2. Proceed to combinations of single objects; e.g., a black oval within a yellow square, and so on. "3. Proceed to simple moving objects, such as a pendulum swinging; a wheel revolving,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 147
…eus I do not lament : Her days were a span, and demented ; His days are for aye, and content. Mere love is as nought To the love that is Thought, And idea is more than event. O lovers ! O poets ! O masters Of me, ye may ravish my frown ! Aloof from my shocks and disasters ! Impatient to kiss me, and crown ! I am eager to yield. In the warrior field Ye shall fight me, and fasten me down.