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…vil and all his angels. While נחש and משיח alike add to 358, indeed, it is no odds : did you once see this you were not far off from the Heart of the Qabalah. The occasion of this letter is the insertion of a scene equi- valent to an “ appreciation of the Brixton Chapel ” in my masterpiece “ Why Jesus Wept.” You asked me for it ;
…eparts by the secret entry. Is it vainglory, or the confidence of youth ? I would give half my realm for certainty of truth. But oh ! my heart misgives me. Pshaw ! I am old ! I am old ! All will be well, will be well. Buthow these bones are cold !
…s of the Sephiroth, but the points One to Five and Seven to Nine touch and shatter the central Sword (six) which represents the Sun, the Heart, the child of Chokmah and Binah. The tenth Sword is also in splinters. It is the ruin of the Intellect, and even of all mental and moral qualities. In the Yî King, Sol in Gemini is the virtue of the 43rd Hexagram, Kwai, the Watery modi‐ fication of the Phallus; also, by the interlacing interpretation, the harmony of these two same Trigrams. The signification is perfectly harmonious with that of the Ten o…
…ar a lovelier dress In the dawn of our maiden embraces ! PERDURABO.! EXILE from humankind! The snow’s fresh flakes Are warmer than men’s hearts. My mind is wrought Into dark shapes of solitary thought That loves and sympathises, but awakes No answering love or pity. What a pang Hath this strange solitude to aggravate The self-abasement and the blows of late! No snake of hell hath so severe a fang ! I am not lower than all men—TI feel Too keenly. Yet my place is not above, Though I have this—unalterable Love In every fibre. I am crucified Apart …
…h : how calm, how keen Flash their wise eyes, those judges of the dead, In silent state : how eager, how serene Are the broad brows: the heart shrinks up and sinks, Seeing no gallery to slip between And pass those agéd ones—oft a man thinks He faces truth ! I know this hour, alas ! That face to face with naked truth he shrinks. His web of woven fiction may not pass (Though he believes it to be truth) with them Who see his mind as though it were a glass Without a shadow. Yet the ninefold gem And million-facet glory of my song Glittering, made sp…
…s? steep. The chattering voices of the day depart. Earth folds her limbs and leans her loving breast Even to all her children: the great heart Beats solemnly the requiem of rest. The sea keeps tune; the silent stars upstart Seeming to sentinel that sombre crest Where of old time burst out the vulture fire Cyclopean, that is dead, now, as a man’s desire. 1 Called by the Spaniards Orizaba. The drowsy cries of night birds, then the song Lovely and lovelorn in the listening vale, So wild and tender, swooping down in long Notes of despair, then lift…
…d in the all-absorbing love of him My child, my child! And now my selfishness Is shamed, and I have made the sacrifice To give this pure heart to that maidenly, And let mine old age grow upon my hair, Finding my happiness in seeing him The all-devoted, and in God’s good pleasure Have little children playing at my knees, That I may listen, in their innocent prayers, For Jesus’ voice. And I will never break The secret of his being to my boy Lest he despise me. This one reticence I think my long-drawn agony may earn, For I will do without a mother…
… see thee as thou art ! Then on my withered gaze that Beauty grew— Rosy quintessence of alchemic dew ! The Self-informing Beauty ! In my heart The many were united : and I knew. Smitten by Beauty down I fell as dead— So strikes the sunlight on a miner’s head. Blind, stricken, crushed ! That vast effulgence stole, Flooded the caverns of my secret soul, And gushed in waves of weeping. I was wed Unto a part, and could not grasp the whole. Thus, I was broken on the wheel of Truth. Fled all the hope and purpose of my youth, The high desire, the secr…
…tood, except thou give me birth ? O waves of death, O saltness, O sorrow manifold ! I see beneath thy darkness azure ; deeper still, the heart of gold. Am I not true, O mother, who hast held the lives of men Sucked down to thy swart bosom—O render not again ! Keep thou our life and mix it with thine eternal sleep : Rest, let us rest from passion there, deep ! O how deep ! Deep calleth unto deep, Amen ! hast thou no passion, thou ? Even now the white flames kindle on thy universal brow. I hear white serpents hiss and wild black dragons roll ; An…
…ON As the dweller among the palms Is freer than the wanderer in the desert. The wanderer must find the palms ; The dweller is at ease. My heart is a young gazelle Leaping with love toward my husband. He is black-bearded and bold and magnificent. Even on the mom of the wedding he rode forth Against the infidel. He is so strong and brave: God must look favourably upon him, Bidding him return a conqueror To the flower of his garden That awaits his hand to pluck. [During the last part of the song SIR RINALDO DE LA CHAPELLE, 864107/?;>וof the Knights Te…
…ON As the dweller among the palms Is freer than the wanderer in the desert. The wanderer must find the palms ; The dweller is at ease. My heart is a young gazelle Leaping with love toward my husband. He is black-bearded and bold and magnificent. Even on the mom of the wedding he rode forth Against the infidel. He is so strong and brave: God must look favourably upon him, Bidding him return a conqueror To the flower of his garden That awaits his hand to pluck. [During the last part of the song SIR RINALDO DE LA CHAPELLE, 864107/?;>וof the Knights Te…
…ee, my Babylon ; Yea; all thy petals were crimson with delight: And under the soft stars, the silent night Grew deeper, deeper, till the heart o the world Lay bare before me, with no robe to don Save the lucent veil of spirit, argent-white ; And then there came a voice: Arise! Smite! Smite! Ere the portal of the temple may be won! Crash down the walls! Lend all thy hidden might! I, in the bosom of the deep impearled, Cry from the cloud-place of the Underworld. Let the gold banner of the day be unfurled That. I may manifest the secret curled In …
…he columns of the temple; but in order to make him turn in spite of himself the mill of religious progress, Providence made him blind of heart. 88
…ee, my Babylon ; Yea; all thy petals were crimson with delight: And under the soft stars, the silent night Grew deeper, deeper, till the heart o the world Lay bare before me, with no robe to don Save the lucent veil of spirit, argent-white ; And then there came a voice: Arise! Smite! Smite! Ere the portal of the temple may be won! Crash down the walls! Lend all thy hidden might! I, in the bosom of the deep impearled, Cry from the cloud-place of the Underworld. Let the gold banner of the day be unfurled That. I may manifest the secret curled In …
…he columns of the temple; but in order to make him turn in spite of himself the mill of religious progress, Providence made him blind of heart. 88
… to-day. Your silence stirs No answering rapture : you are proud, And love itself checks and deters The thought to say itself aloud. Oh! heart of amber and fine-gold Silverly darting lunar rays ! Oh ! river of sweet passion rolled Adown invisible waterways ! Speak! Did I wound you then unguessed? What is the sorrow unexpressed That shadows those ecstatic lids? A word in season subtly rids The heart of thoughts unseasonable. You are silent. Do they speak in hell? IIT. Is it your glance that told me? Nay! I know you would not look that way. Seein…
…any other woman. Heaven misses The half of God’s delight who doth not see Some lightning anger dart like love and strike Into the sacred heart its iterant glee Of scathing tortures worth Hell’s agony To melt—ah, sweet, I know ! in foam and free Lustre of love redoubled. Come to me! I will avenge that anger, like to like, With gentle fires of smitten love, will burn Into your beauty with the athletic rush Of conquering godhead; and your cheek shall] burn From red of wrath to shame’s adorable blush, And so in tears and raptures mix the cup Of dre…
…me—the intense sublime Master of all philosophy and play, Lord of all love and music and sweet rhyme. Follow thou him! Work ever, if thy heart Be fervent with one hope, thy brain with art, | Thy lips with song, thine arm with strength to smite : Achieve some act; its name shall not depart. Christ laid Love’s corner-stone, and Cesar built The tower of glory; Sappho’s life was spilt _ From fervent lips the torch of song t’ ignite : Thou mayst add yet a stone—if but thou wilt. And yet the days stream by; night shakes the day From his pale throne o…
…c. ,, 14. Thoughts of the Augoeides. 15. Again thoughts of Augoeides. Knowing the In— vocation (Preliminary Invocation in the Goetia) by heart, will repeat same daily. ,, 16. A (This cipher means “ Invoked Augoeides.") ,, 17. A though unwell. ,, 18. A though ill. ,, 19. Α some vision with Invocation. ,, 20. A in am. disturbed. A in p.m. rather good. (Henceforward he did it twice daily.) ,, 21. Α.". in am. with M C good (Is M C.‘. Mystic Circumambulation or Magical Cere— mony or ?( in p.m. disturbed by drugs and diarrhoea. A weird effect. ,, 22,…
…c. ,, 14. Thoughts of the Augoeides. 15. Again thoughts of Augoeides. Knowing the In— vocation (Preliminary Invocation in the Goetia) by heart, will repeat same daily. ,, 16. A (This cipher means “ Invoked Augoeides.") ,, 17. A though unwell. ,, 18. A though ill. ,, 19. Α some vision with Invocation. ,, 20. A in am. disturbed. A in p.m. rather good. (Henceforward he did it twice daily.) ,, 21. Α.". in am. with M C good (Is M C.‘. Mystic Circumambulation or Magical Cere— mony or ?( in p.m. disturbed by drugs and diarrhoea. A weird effect. ,, 22,…