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Page 42 of 1281910 · 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…
1922 · PDF PAGE 85
…f course, if you count time by years, you're very likely right. But what have the calculations of astronomers to do with the life of the soul? Before I started heroin, year followed year, and nothing worth while happened. It was like a child scribbling in a ledger. Now that I’ve got into the heroin life, a minute or an hour—TI don’t know which and I don’t care— contains more real life than any five years’ period in my unregenerate days. You talk of death. Why shouldn’t you? It’s perfectly all right for you. You animals have got to die, and you …
1907 · PDF PAGE 139
…ingle desire ! The fire knows its master ! They flicker and flare, Dread dogs of disaster, Wild slaves of despair. Faster and faster— My soul is aware Of a sound that is dimmer and duller, wide wings adrift of the air. the tameless ones hear and obey? From secretest places Whence darkness is drawn, Where terrible faces Enkindle the dawn, From wordless wide spaces, The ultimate lawn, Come forth! I invoke thee, O wind, come forth to me fleet as a fawn. THE WINDS. From fourfold quarters, The depth and the height, We come, the bright daughters Of d…
1996 · PDF PAGE 83
…Rite of Invocation. Religion, as understood by the vile Puritan, is the very oppo site of all this. He—it—seems to wish to kill his—its—soul by forbidding every expression of it, and every practice which might awaken it to expression. To hell with this Verbotenism! In particular, let me exhort all men and all women, for they are Stars! Heed well this holy Verse! True Religion is intoxication, in a sense. We are told elsewhere to intoxicate the innermost, not the outermost; but I think that the word “wine” should be taken in its widest sense as…
1898 · PDF PAGE 106
…draw her sword at last, and be The eternal conqueror of Thee. And I, shall my support be sure In that great day of righteous war ? Is my soul free ? Is my heart pure ? Shall life diseased in death find cure ? Or shall the shameless barren whore That rules my ways be found my guide, Wed in bad bands so foul and sore That Liberty shall be not more Within my heart or at my side ? O Pleasure, whom I made my god, And based my forehead for thy pride And took thy bastard for my bride, Subdued my shoulders to thy rod, Casting before thy feet the things…
1905 · PDF PAGE 174
…pire to range, Whence the moon and the meteor hearken The perpetual rhythm of change, On earth and in heaven deluded With time, that the soul of us kills, I have passed. I have brooded, fled far to the wooded And desolate hills. Not there is the changing of voices That lament or regret or are sad, But the sun in his strength rejoices, The moon in her beauty is glad. As timeless and deathless time passes, And death is a hermit that dwells By the imminent masses of ice, where the grasses Abandon the fells. There silence, arrayed as a spectre, Is …
1906 · PDF PAGE 111
…e same to those Shapeless and senseless embryos Who seek to live? Yes, God is wise Enough to set a snare for lies As well as truths. The soul content On earth in his own element Will be content from flesh released. But he who strives to be a beast Or strives to be a god; would gain Long bliss for a few hours of pain, Or struggles for no matter what, Continues. I would rather not. Vv. That puzzle’s grief I did not share Because on earth I did not care. I met a grave philosopher— Had sought most nobly not to err Probing God’s Nature. See his lobe…
1910 · PDF PAGE 3
… And utterly corrupt is she That was the queen-flower unexampled In gardens goodlier than Arcady. O Thou ! whose body was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; thine ears Are stopped with worse than death ; And all this wasted breath Of mine—those songs of six most memorable years Of ecstasy and agony—may not attain To charm thy being into love again. . . .
1911 · PDF PAGE 88
…g to my brim ; Light and night are one to Himl In the dark You may mark The slow ooze of my springs, But you know Not the glow Where the soul of me sings. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Life and death are one to Him! There is cold In the old Grey gloom of my caves; There is heat In the beat Of my passionate waves. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Love and hate are one to Him. [They dance and return to the well. R. and L. are now seen öehimi the grasses, she sowing uþan his sima/der.] 80
1911 · PDF PAGE 88
…g to my brim ; Light and night are one to Himl In the dark You may mark The slow ooze of my springs, But you know Not the glow Where the soul of me sings. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Life and death are one to Him! There is cold In the old Grey gloom of my caves; There is heat In the beat Of my passionate waves. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Love and hate are one to Him. [They dance and return to the well. R. and L. are now seen öehimi the grasses, she sowing uþan his sima/der.] 80
1938 · PDF PAGE 11
Now all is as it were a Passion of great Peace; and in the Stillness I lift up my Soul like an offering and cry in mine Heart: Let me dwell at the feet of the Master! But the Silence swallows up those vain words; and they are smitten through with the fire of His blood, that transforms them to these: At His feet is only the Earth, and that He breaks up into flowers; but all things that live are assumed to the Heart of the Master. With that I cease to be myself at all: I am absorbed into His adorable essence, and my life is equally shed through…
1996 · PDF PAGE 84
Chapter I A Verses 62—63 85 whose function is to bring the Soul to the realization of its own glory: Dionysus, Aphrodite, Apollo—Wine, Woman, and Song. The ancients, both in the highest civilizations, as in Greece and Egypt, and in the most primitive savagery, as among the Buriats and the Papuans, were well aware of this, and made their reli gious ceremonies orgia, “works.” Puritan foulness, failing to understand what was happening, degraded the word “orgies” to mean debauches. It is the old story of the Fox who lost his tail. If you cannot do…
1944 · PDF PAGE 105
…subcon‐ scious realization, of that supreme iniquity which mystics have constantly celebrated in their accounts of the Dark Night of the Soul. But the best men, the true men, do not consider the matter in such terms at all. Whatever horrors may afflict the soul, whatever abominations may excite the loathing of the heart, whatever terrors may assail the mind, the answer is the same at every stage: “How splendid is the Adventure!”
1901 · PDF PAGE 11
…ay 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. N 9
1901 · PDF PAGE 116
104 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. My figure stands above, sublime, Shadowing the Key of Life, And the passion of my mighty rhyme Divides me as a knife. For secret symbols on my brow, And secret thoughts within, Compel eternity to Now, Draw the Infinite within. Light is extended. I and Thou Are as they had not been. So on my head the light is one, Unity manifest ; A star more splendid than the sun Burns for my crownéd crest ; Burns, as the murmuring orison Of waters in the west. What angel from the silver gate Flames to my fierier face ? What angel, as I …
1902 · PDF PAGE 125
…t the sign Of our Redemption ! Gentlemen and peers, What say you ? shall he live to boast himself, The abandoned, perjured, the apostate soul. Daring to come to our pure court to brag Of his incredible vileness ? To link up The saintly purity of this my child With his seducer's heart of hell ! My voice ! Death ! Your cry echoes me ? Voices. Death ! Death ! Tannhauser. Leap out, Sword of my fathers ! you have heard my harp ! Its music stings your vile hypocrisy Into mere hatred. Truth is terrible ! You, cousin, taken in adultery ! You, Wolfram, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 94
In silence I wait For his voice to roll, For the coming of Fate, The strength of my soul. My words create One glorious whole From the fragments divided that seem past a man’s or a god's control. I, seeing the life Of the flowers renew, The victorious strife Of the spring run through, The child’s birth rife With loftier dew— I know the deep truth in myself ; see acacia in cypress and yew. Death is not at all! ’Tis a mask or a dream! The things that befall Only slumber or seem ! They fear; they appal— They are not as ye deem! Death died when I di…
1910 · PDF PAGE 452
…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 …
1910 · PDF PAGE 452
…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 …
1910 · PDF PAGE 79
… black breasts of ecstasy, Of ecstasy exceeding ! Yea ; at the paps of Isis we Drained starry milk of ecstasy. O thou close-fitted to my soul, Close-fitted to my skin, Moving as one delicious whole Without us and within ! How have we lost the iron control That curbed and spurred our sin ? Yea ; like one snakes death-spasm we were. How taken in the serpent-snare? Indeed, indeed, blind fools we passed From light and lights dominion