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Page 56 of 1291901 · PDF PAGE 113
…devils or what ghosts may lurk behind me! Even my horse is troubled: vain it is Invoking memory for sweet sound of youth ; The song, the day, the cup, the shot, the kiss! This night begets illusion—ay! the truth. I know the deep emotion of that birth, When chaos rolled in terror and in thunder; The abortion of the infancy of earth; The monsters moving in a world of wonder ; The Shapeless, racked with agony, that grew Into these phantom forms that change and shatter ; The falling of the first toad-spotted dew; The first lewd heaving ecstasy of m…
1913 · PDF PAGE 101
89 Buddha said that if any man became an Arahat he must either take the vows of a Bhikkhu that very day, or die, and it is this saying of Buddha's that the unknown poet wished to commemorate. Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; Taffy came to my house And stole a leg of beef. I went to Taffy's house; Taffy was in bed. I took a carving knife, And cut off Taffy's head. Taffy is merely short for Taphtatharath, the Spirit of Mercury and the God of Welshmen or thieves. " My house " is of course equivalent to " my magick circle." Note that Beth, …
1913 · PDF PAGE 102
…st as you can ! Pat it and prick it and mark it with P ! Bake it in the oven for baby and me ! This rime is usually accompanied (even to-day in the nursery) with a ceremonial clapping of hands — the symbol of Samadhi. Compare what is said on this subject in our comment on the famous " Advent " passage in Thessalonians. The cake is of course the bread of the sacrament, and it would ill become Frater P. to comment upon the third line — though it may be
1913 · PDF PAGE 205
…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 the darkling bosom of the world’s great night! Then I arose in majesty, and came, Spurning the loves of the world for thee, for thee, For that my soul had quenched all meaner flame, Than the flame that burned still for thy majesty!
1913 · PDF PAGE 205
…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 the darkling bosom of the world’s great night! Then I arose in majesty, and came, Spurning the loves of the world for thee, for thee, For that my soul had quenched all meaner flame, Than the flame that burned still for thy majesty!
1928 · PDF PAGE 148
…retained me long enough in ecstasy; she had a soft, dreamy, English, romantic way of saying, I am hungry. And she repeated these words day and night, showing the prettiest teeth in the world, which would have softened and enli- vened you at the same time. I might have made my fortune by showing her at fairs as the Polyphagous Wonder. I fed her well, and yet she left me. For a provision merchant, no doubt? Something of the sortan officer of commissariat, who, by some wizardry, was probably able to supply the poor child with the rations …
1899 · PDF PAGE 186
…se us whom the tempest lulled, And thy poor poet’s mind . For respite by its own deep anguish dulled Shall wake again to watch the cruel day Drift slowly on its chill and wasted way With but thy smile to inspire some sad melodious lay. From whose rude caverns sweep these gusty wings That shake the steeples as they mock at God ? Who reared the stallion wind? Whose foaling flings The billows starward? Whose the steeds fire-shod That sweep throughout the world? What spearman sings The fearful chant of war That fires, and spurs, and maddens all the…
1913 · PDF PAGE 233
…ng; the way is sharply set Under dim willowy woods; the thing is done: For me no more to linger or regret; Fulfilment comes, in sight of day and sun. From night's dense darkness let the spark be struck, With life for candle, and with love for luck. Green Night, the virgin mother of my song, Green Youth, the sire of all my songs; let be : It may befall I shall not linger long Under the daylight’s golden empery; In light and dark still shall the silent river Bear on my soul, my soul shall bear for ever.
1913 · PDF PAGE 233
…ng; the way is sharply set Under dim willowy woods; the thing is done: For me no more to linger or regret; Fulfilment comes, in sight of day and sun. From night's dense darkness let the spark be struck, With life for candle, and with love for luck. Green Night, the virgin mother of my song, Green Youth, the sire of all my songs; let be : It may befall I shall not linger long Under the daylight’s golden empery; In light and dark still shall the silent river Bear on my soul, my soul shall bear for ever.
1961 · PDF PAGE 54
…ouldst understand as early as may be what is the true Will of the Child in the Matter of his Career. Be thou well ware of all Ideals and Day-dreams; for the Child is himself, and not thy Toy. Recall the comic Tragedy of Napoleon and the King of Rome; build not an House for a wild Goat, nor plant a Forest for the Domain of a Shark. But be thou vigilant for every Sign, conscious or unconscious of the Will of the Child, giving him then all Opportunity to pursue the Path which he thus indicates. Learn this, that he, being young, will weary quickly …
1910 · PDF PAGE 8
…od, be Thou my Neighbour ; And if that God have pity, have Thou pity ! For never man was smitten as I am smitten ; Nor from Time’s yesterday to Time’s to-morrow Was there a sorrow like unto this sorrow ! How many hours was Christ upon the cross ? How many days in hell ? But I have hung From the day of infinite loss Watching her degradation into dung Three years. Three years ! And now who asks me to shed tears ?
1913 · PDF PAGE 228
… in a kiss. And for a moment we are gods, immortal, Stricken to death within the secret portal. (v1) In the red dusk of Autumn, when the day Died down to night, and lamps were lit, and we Stared at the flames that made the ceiling gray With wavering shadows, sporting eerily, We lay all naked, talking of the things Of the old dim world, when life and art were young; Of the old bards who lightly touched their strings ; Who sang of love and life as I have sung. And then I felt you kiss me as I roved Back to the brightness of the world of old; And …
1913 · PDF PAGE 228
… in a kiss. And for a moment we are gods, immortal, Stricken to death within the secret portal. (v1) In the red dusk of Autumn, when the day Died down to night, and lamps were lit, and we Stared at the flames that made the ceiling gray With wavering shadows, sporting eerily, We lay all naked, talking of the things Of the old dim world, when life and art were young; Of the old bards who lightly touched their strings ; Who sang of love and life as I have sung. And then I felt you kiss me as I roved Back to the brightness of the world of old; And …
1928 · PDF PAGE 80
… the Goddess Liberty. Twilight, how sweet thou art and tender! The rosy lights which linger still on the horizon like the death-spasm of Day trampled by the victorious car of Night; the torch-like flames which stain with their dull red the expiring glo- ries of the setting sun; the heavy curtains which some invisible hand draws from the depths of the East:these are but imitations of all the complex feelings which struggle within the heart of man in the solemn hours of his life. Or lone like liken thee unto one of those strange dresses that dan…
1929 · PDF PAGE 95
… if you will, fhat the memories of other incarnations are dreamsj but dreams are determined by reality just as much as the events of the day. The truth is to be apprehended by the correct translation of the symbolic language. The last section of the Oath of the Master of the Temple is: “I swear to interpret every phenomenon as a particular dealing of God with my soûl.” The Magical Memory is (in the last analysis) one manner, and, as expérience testifies, one of the most important manners, of performing this vow. 59
1907 · PDF PAGE 161
…l stands This loveliest of all lands, Lovelier even than they Know in Elysian paths, heroic bands Treading dim gardens brighter than the day, Even in his voice who is passed, and shall no pass away ! Here therefore I know Nature ; I am filled With dew not earth-distilled As I have prayed in vain, not vainly willed. Now all the earth is stilled ; But ever the monotonous sea Keeps solemn symphony, Tuning my lyre to her own melody, Not understandable in colder lands Where no man understands 1 R, L. Stevenson. More than the mart ; the raucous irons…
1929 · PDF PAGE 142
… was mediating, it was my duty to bring his food very quietly (from time to time) into the room adjoining that where he was working. One day he missed two successive meals and I thought I ought to look into his room to see if all was well. I must explain that I have known only two European women and three European men who could sit in the attitude called Padmasana, which is that usually seen in seated images of the Buddha. Of these men, Allan was one. He could knot his legs so well that, putting his hands on the ground, he could swing his body …
1929 · PDF PAGE 183
…I had myself indulged in a little nomenclature, calling a mountain crowned by three square-cut towers of rock "Three Castles".) The next day a short march took me to Doksam. I was now almost at the head of the Baltoro glacier (15,518 feet). In nearly thirty miles of march I had only made four hundred feet of ascent. But here I was on the floor of a glacier at a height close to that of Mont Blanc. In front of me the glacier widened out; three major and several minor glaciers coalesced. I was irresistibly reminded of the Concordia Platz in the Ob…
1905 · PDF PAGE 206
… Monstrous and mute, the slow resurgent breath Spreads forth its poison: the pale child at play Coughs in his gutter ; the hard slave of day Groans once and dies: the sickly spouse can feel Some cold touch kill the unborn child, and steal Up to her broken heart: the pale hours hang Like death upon the agéd: the days clang Like prison portals on the folk of day. Yet for the children of the night they play Like fountains in the moonlight: for the few, The sorrowful, sweet faces of the dew, The laughter-loving daughters of the dawn, Whose moving f…
1907 · PDF PAGE 216
…ystal radiance That filleth ether to the brim Wherein all stars and suns may dance. I am the beautiful and glad, Rejoicing in the golden day. I am the spirit silken-clad That fareth on the fiery way. I have escaped from Him, whose eyes Are closed at eventide, and wise To drag thee to the House of Wrong :— Iam armed! Iam armed! I am strong! I am strong ! I make my way: opposing horns Of secret foemen push their lust In vain: my song their fury scorns ; They sink, they grovel in the dust. Hail, self-created Lord of Night! Inscrutable and infinite…