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… Unto Restriction! That is sin: To hold thine holy spirit in! O thou that chafest at thy bars, Invoke Nuit beneath her stars With a pure heart (Her incense burned Of gums and woods, in gold inurned), And let the serpent flame therein A little, and thy soul shall win To lie within her bosom. Lo! Thou wouldst give all—and she cries: No! Take all, and take me! Gather spice And virgins and great pearls of price| Worship me in a single robe, Crowned richly! Girdle of the globe, 105
1913 · PDF PAGE 145
… Unto Restriction! That is sin: To hold thine holy spirit in! O thou that chafest at thy bars, Invoke Nuit beneath her stars With a pure heart (Her incense burned Of gums and woods, in gold inurned), And let the serpent flame therein A little, and thy soul shall win To lie within her bosom. Lo! Thou wouldst give all—and she cries: No! Take all, and take me! Gather spice And virgins and great pearls of price| Worship me in a single robe, Crowned richly! Girdle of the globe, 105
1914 · PDF PAGE 13
… in sum, Like Nature's self, abhor a vacuum! Oh, but there's mind! ‘There's folk that have a brain, ‘That need the food of spirit and of heart. There's folk that need love, pity, peace; disdain All that lacks beauty, passion, wit, and art. Yours is a mind that does not hesitate To find a word for such—" degenerate.” Xm It poisons me to think such thoughts: they mar ‘The crystal of my orgasm of hate. How can I fling from facets as they are ‘The unwavering light of it, the focussed fate? If I could only speak my thought, its curse Would char you,…
1914 · PDF PAGE 18
…eave in heaven my maiden, my sole star; For you I give my godhead to the grave. Dung that you are, you have given me the key To Christ's heart—ob | unveil the Graal for me! What! you are past redemption thief and whore? It is for you I must give up my life. My maid is pure and true; she needs no more. You are the bitch that I must make my wife. Tlove her. Yes: then just that love demands Renunciation. Ay! love understands. 7
1926 · PDF PAGE 18
…ox of the Gods. 41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death! 42. A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture! 43. A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight! 44. Aye! Feast! Rejoice! there.is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu. 45. There is death for the dogs. 46. Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart? 47. Where I am these are not. 48. Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. I am not for them. I…
1905 · PDF PAGE 263
…the Steed of God: Or winged, or shooting flying shafts, or shod With the flame-sandals. Then, lift up thine hands ! Centre thee in thine heart one scarlet thought Limpid with brilliance of the Light above ! Draw into nought All life, death, hatred, love : All self concentred in the sole desire— Hear thou the Voice of Fire! This hope was Zoroaster’s—this is mine! Not one but many splendours hath the Shrine: Not one but many paths approach the gate That guards the Adytum, fortifying Fate ! Mine was, by weariness of blood and brain, Mere bitter fr…
1899 · PDF PAGE 28
… From the blind auguries of madness. PROPHET. Ha! The rose has washed its petals, and the blood Pours through its burning centre from my heart. The fire consumes the light; and rosy flame Leaps through the veins of blue, and tinges them With such a purple as incarnadines The western sky when storms are amorous And lie upon the breast of toiling ocean, Such billows to beget as earth devours | In ravening whirlpool guiphs. My veins are full,
1907 · PDF PAGE 107
…ll one that To change her to a frenzied cat! ’Tis the one cliflwhere all their waves Break back to spumed and shattered graves. A man (at heart they’re well aware) May love, maybe! can never care. I bore you with an old fool’s prosing? No? I was right, then, in supposing Modern conditions hamper youths Who seek to grasp these simple Truths. But to my yarn. Carlotta lay So sleepy-soft one summer’s day That really I could not resist it. I took the dagger out and kissed it. Like a cat’s tongue that daintily laps, I slipped it in between her paps. A…
1913 · PDF PAGE 369
… Kippour.) We have given to these bold qabalistic speculations the only form which suits them, that is, poesy, or the inspiration of the heart. Believing souls will have no need of the rational hypotheses contained in this new explanation of the figures of the Bible; but those sincere hearts afflicted by doubt, which are tortured by eighteenth-century criticism, will understand in reading it that even reason without faith can find in the Holy Book something besides stumbling-blocks; if the veils with which the divine text is covered throw a gre…
1913 · PDF PAGE 369
… Kippour.) We have given to these bold qabalistic speculations the only form which suits them, that is, poesy, or the inspiration of the heart. Believing souls will have no need of the rational hypotheses contained in this new explanation of the figures of the Bible; but those sincere hearts afflicted by doubt, which are tortured by eighteenth-century criticism, will understand in reading it that even reason without faith can find in the Holy Book something besides stumbling-blocks; if the veils with which the divine text is covered throw a gre…
1905 · PDF PAGE 102
…nd kiss them into poppies, and thy mouth Shall lastly close to mine, as in the south We see the sun close fast upon the sea ; So, my own heart, thy mouth must close on me. Art thou awake? Those eyes of wondering love, Sweet as the dawn and softer than the dove, Seek no quick vision—yet they move to me And, slowly, to the child. How still are we! Yes, and a smile betokens that they wake Or dream a waking dream for kisses’ sake ; Yes, I will touch thee, O my low sweet brow ! My wife, thy lips to mine—yes, kiss me now ! IV. THE VOYAGE SOUTHWARD. H…
1903 · PDF PAGE 40
… arms bend clofer, and tHe gold Burns Srigher, and tHe exes aw afd With life at Café WithoratBy. And al He (pirit paffing wBy Ayblkes mp heart With gray: So He pale (tars of eBoy coy The GOW of tWilight; dip and IwMBy Eke Café wfpairs of Mp. OG! clofer pet and clofer pet The ~rarl of faws gwWs. The Fair is WoSey like a net OF moonlighE round mes (Beet is fet The mouth’s unBudwd wofe. O86 nefer! did our fips once meet Eke dream Wer wne for efer, And wath fhould wBy, fupremely (Weet, One flafh of KnoWkedge (ubtle and fect Borne on He Wateleis rif…
1910 · PDF PAGE 95
…enlightened, perfect eyes these visions pass, Pass and cease, poor shadows frightened, leave no stain upon the glass. One last stroke, O heart-free master, one last cer- tain calm of will, And the maker of Disaster shall be stricken and grow still. Burn thou to the core of matter, to the spirits ut- most flame, Consciousness and sense to shatter, ruin sight and form and name ! Shatter, lake-reflected spectre ; lake, rise up in mist to sun ; Sun, dissolve in showers of nectar, and the Mas- ters work is done. Nectar perfume gently stealing, mas…
1912 · PDF PAGE 80
64 MORTADELLO Beneath the blessings from her false lips lisped, is choked, The teeth o the tigress clenched in death. The heart that smoked Hells lust is cold. ORLANDO. [Turns and sees MONICA, as he thinks, dead] God, then my sword drink vengeance deep ! GABRIELE. This thrust balk thy revenge ! [GABRIELE stabs him treacherously in his amazement. ORLANDO. O treacherous dagger-sweep ! GABRIELE. Ay ! shes not dead, black fool ! But mine for the tortureDrink Black lees of hells own wine, thy poisoned soul to sink In mire and filth of agony, sh…
1913 · PDF PAGE 227
…A new blind angel, with a spirit’s curse. (v) The hour of love is passed; we lie asleep Dreaming of love; we wake to love again. Upon my heart you hide your eyes and weep, And so I understand, and share your pain. And when you ask of love I will not speak, But crush your lips for only answering; I feel your hot breath on my neck and cheek, And crush you to my breast, a tender thing.
1913 · PDF PAGE 227
…A new blind angel, with a spirit’s curse. (v) The hour of love is passed; we lie asleep Dreaming of love; we wake to love again. Upon my heart you hide your eyes and weep, And so I understand, and share your pain. And when you ask of love I will not speak, But crush your lips for only answering; I feel your hot breath on my neck and cheek, And crush you to my breast, a tender thing.
1928 · PDF PAGE 129
… like clouds of smoke. I alone was sad, inconceivably sad. Like a priest from whom one should ravish his Divin- ity, I could not without heart-breaking bitter- ness tear myself from this sea, so monstrously seductive, from this sea so infinitely varied in its terrifying simplicity; this sea which seems to contain in itself and to represent by its play, its enticements, its rages and its smiles, the dispositions, the agonies and the ecstasies of every soul that hath ever lived, that lives, that ever shall live. As I bade farewell to this incompa…
1899 · PDF PAGE 76
…o men I give to one, but thou, most high, (For womans wits through your deceptions spy And know ye for Olympians) shall know A maidens heart no lover may win so. Farewell, and find a fairer maid to love! Farewell ! But he : Through all the silent grove I sought thee sighing—for thy love would I Consent to be a man, consent to die, Put off my godhead. If thou sayest sooth, Any thy fair words bedew the flowers of truth Nor wander in the mazy groves of lying, I will be thine—speak not to me of dying Or abdication, sith I deem so far To te…
1901 · PDF PAGE 47
THE FATAL FORCE 33 AMENHATEP. Beware the fatal magic of her heart! For she is great and evil, and her voice Howls blasphemy against yet living gods. Thou knowest not the story of thy birth, The truth. PACHAD Then speak the truth, if so a priest May tune his tongue to anything but lies. AMENHATEP. Sixteen strange seasons mingle gold and grey Since in this very temple she, the Queen, Spake, and threw open to our reverent gaze A ‘royal womb made pregnant with that seed Of which thou art the harvest. She spake thus: ‘Princes, and people of the Egyp…
1901 · PDF PAGE 75
… see—O Mary Mother, speak and save ! I stare and stare until mine eyes are blind— There was no jewel in the ring she gave ! Oh ! my pure heart ! Adulterous love began So subtly to identify the man With its own perfumed thoughts. So steals the grape Into the furtive brain—a spirit shape Kisses my spirit as no woman can. I love her—yes ; and I have no escape. I never spoke, I never looked ! But she Saw through the curtains of the soul of me, And loved me also ! It is very well. I am well started on the road to Hell.