1910 · PDF PAGE 112
Ambergris
… canopy When you would sleep, you frail angelic thing Like a tiny snowdrop in its own life curled But oh ! the biggest heart in all the world !
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Rosa Decidua
…g wing. Of the magic swan ! I know this tune Should swell to a strong note, a triumph note Blared through a trumpet’s throat To tell the world I am no coward, or else Sob in sweet minor, soft as Asmodel’s Chant to the nightingale. I am so wrecked, so rent That one seems brag, the other sentiment. I cannot leave the present ; I will not pose There lies the rotten rose And stinks. That is the truth ; the rest is gloss. My loss was total loss. So close that rose lay to my heart, its fall Was the catastrophe of all.
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1905 · PDF PAGE 219
Collected Works (Vol. I)
…ngs, a pageant, moves along ; Dead queens unite in desperate, Unsatisfied, unholy song. O Khephra,? manifest in flesh, Arise, create the world afresh ! The silence of my heart is one With memory’s insatiate night ; I hardly dare to hope the sun. I seek the darkness, not the light. O Lord Harpocrates,? be still The moveless centre of my will ! My sorrows are more manifold Than His that bore the sins of man. My sins are like the starry fold, My hopes their desolation wan. O Nuit,’ the starry one, arise, And set thy starlight in my skies ! In dark…
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1907 · PDF PAGE 22
Collected Works (Vol. III)
…tar. Be silent, love, and abide; the wanton strings must go To the vain tumultuous tide of the spirit’s overflow. I sing and sing to the world; then silence soon Be about us clasped and furled in the light of the moon. Forget not, never forget the terrible song I have sung ; How the eager fingers fret the lute, and loose the tongue Tinkles delicate things, faint thoughts of a futile past— We are past on eagle wings, and the silence is here at last. The last low wail of the lyre, be it soft with a tear For the children of earth and fire that hav…
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1905 · PDF PAGE 78
Orpheus
…winter’s traces Fall from the spring’s last cold wind—shining sadness !— And from the frail new faces Blushing through moss; and all the world is light With the unsufferably bright Full joy and guerdon of that sunny season By Love's sweet trap of treason. , So the bright girl is now a woman brighter ; And childhood sees a reason Beneath the strong stroke of the goodly smiter For all the past: and love at last is hers. No more the bosom’s pride demurs While in her womb the first faint pulse of motherhood soft stirs. 79
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1909 · PDF PAGE 57
Clouds Without Water
…nd guardian gods on every side of them ; Yet inasmuch as life is life, they shrink, Shrivel and waste to ashes as men gaze : So doth the world grow giddy at the brink Of these unfathomable eyes, that blaze Swifter and deadlier than storms or snakes. Then — o what wonder, as I strain afar The basilisk flame ! — what breathless wonder wakes That I behold unsinged a silver star ! O joy! O terror! O! — O can it be There is a thing that is, apart from me? -- 88 -— VII I travelled; so the star. We neared; we saw Each other, knew each other; in your f…
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1910 · PDF PAGE 149
The Winged Beetle
…g wing. Of the magic swan ! I know this tune Should swell to a strong note, a triumph note Blared through a trumpets throat To tell the world I am no coward, or else Sob in sweet minor, soft as Asmodels Chant to the nightingale. I am so wrecked, so rent That one seems brag, the other sentiment. I cannot leave the present ; I will not pose There lies the rotten rose And stinks. That is the truth ; the rest is gloss. My loss was total loss. So close that rose lay to my heart, its fall Was the catastrophe of all.
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1912 · PDF PAGE 343
The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)
…avel?רונט Angel ruling :?לאםעיומ Angel L,T.N. ofבנקהם ?!ן Controversia Domini ΠῬἼ 2 r8 Ethel: [Vide KD. L.C,K.?אריןא p- 55] The Creative World?האירב The benignity of Timeךסה ?םלוע The Moon m' Multitude?`מך Arcana?אדו Odour, a smell?היך 2r9 Mundatio, mundities?הרהט The Number of Verses in Liber R 220 Legis The Elect?ךףךב Hemina; Augusta; Domina?הריבג םיקבדה ?הוהילYe shall cleave unto TETRAGRAMMATON. [Not written] Clean, elegant?רוהט םיליפכ [Fullywritten only? `(בפװװפ in Num, xiii. 33]? Left-handed Svastika, drawn on the 221 square of ὃgiven by A…
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1912 · PDF PAGE 343
The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)
…avel?רונט Angel ruling :?לאםעיומ Angel L,T.N. ofבנקהם ?!ן Controversia Domini ΠῬἼ 2 r8 Ethel: [Vide KD. L.C,K.?אריןא p- 55] The Creative World?האירב The benignity of Timeךסה ?םלוע The Moon m' Multitude?`מך Arcana?אדו Odour, a smell?היך 2r9 Mundatio, mundities?הרהט The Number of Verses in Liber R 220 Legis The Elect?ךףךב Hemina; Augusta; Domina?הריבג םיקבדה ?הוהילYe shall cleave unto TETRAGRAMMATON. [Not written] Clean, elegant?רוהט םיליפכ [Fullywritten only? `(בפװװפ in Num, xiii. 33]? Left-handed Svastika, drawn on the 221 square of ὃgiven by A…
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1913 · PDF PAGE 517
The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)
… Home prove that all this is possible. Now, let us reply to those who think that they see in these phenomena manifestations of the other world and facts of necromancy. We shall borrow our answer from the sacred book of the qabalists, and in this our doctrine is that of the rabbis who compiled the Zohar. AXIOM The spirit clothes itself to descend, and strips itself to rise. In fact : Why are created spirits clothed with bodies? It is that they must be limited in order to have a possible existence. Stripped of all body, and become consequently 21…
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1913 · PDF PAGE 517
The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)
… Home prove that all this is possible. Now, let us reply to those who think that they see in these phenomena manifestations of the other world and facts of necromancy. We shall borrow our answer from the sacred book of the qabalists, and in this our doctrine is that of the rabbis who compiled the Zohar. AXIOM The spirit clothes itself to descend, and strips itself to rise. In fact : Why are created spirits clothed with bodies? It is that they must be limited in order to have a possible existence. Stripped of all body, and become consequently 21…
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1906 · PDF PAGE 61
Collected Works (Vol. II)
…r, The mountain keeps watch over earth, On the child that lies sleeping beneath her Wild-eyed from a terrible birth. But by noise of the world unshaken, By dance of the world not bedinned, The hill bides forsaken, yet only to waken Her lover, the wind. Like a lion asleep in his fastness, Or a warrior leant on his spear, The hill stands up in the vastness, And the stars grow strangely near; For the secret of life and its gladness Are hidden in strength that distils A potion of madness from berries of sadness Grown wild in the hills.
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1901 · PDF PAGE 55
The Mother’s Tragedy
…ght round the desolate shore. So to the mine of that crystalline ore Golden, the electric spark of man is drawn Deep in the bosom of the world, to soar New-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling dawn With lidless eyes undazzled, to arise, Son of the morning, to the Southern skies; And fling its wild chant higher at the fall Of even, and of bright Hyperion; To mix its fire with dew, to call The spirit of the limitless air, made one In the amazing essence of all light Limitless, emanation of the might Of the great Light above all gods, the fire Of our…
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1909 · PDF PAGE 61
Clouds Without Water
…k, the breath desiring you, The whole face fragrant with your full free kisses, The soul thereof exhaling scented dew Born in the utmost world where we in truth Abide like Bacchus with a Bassarid Drunk with our art, love, beauty, force and youth ; But place that head upon a pyramid Of snaky lightnings, lest — but that shall be Alwaysa secret between you and mie. —_ y i Or, an you will, evoke me as the Sphinx With lion’s claws, bull’s breast, and eagle’s wings ! You are my riddle, and the answer sinks Below the deep essential base of things, Ris…
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1909 · PDF PAGE 73
Clouds Without Water
…o! not vainly we invoked the god That looseneth the girdle of a maid; Even now draws nigh the dreadful period That maketh all the mother-world afraid. With rotten fruit your belly is grown big — Thanks to the bastard god that cursed the fig? : V Your swollen neck is grown a swollen breast Gushing with poisoned milk ; your breathis caught In quick sharp gasps; you get nor sleep nor rest, The monster moving in you in his sport. Surely a monster! some unnatural thing, Some Minotaur of shame, no egg of pride To hatch the miniature of love and sprin…
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1909 · PDF PAGE 75
Clouds Without Water
…agon — splendid spilth? These creeping cravens shall be circumvented; They shall not belch their flatulence and filth On us, or tell the world that we repented. Come, as we strained it, let us break the tether ~Tn the last luxury — to die together ! IX Let Death steal softly through the gate of sleep On tiptoe ! win away the maiden life On velvet pinions to his azure steep; At ease, at peace, to woo her for a wife! His white horse waiting quietly without Let him push gently the delicious door And take us. We have lived. How should we doubt Or f…
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1910 · PDF PAGE 68
Ambergris
…lands unclouded, Surely her shaft shall find another mark. So dawns the day on Acheron ghost-crowded, And on my bark. I know not how yon world may prove, nor whither Hermes conduct me to what farther end. Yet if these bays abide, this heart not wither, It cannot be I shall not find a friend. Some pale immortal lover draw me thither ! To kiss me bend ! Moreover, as Apollo re-arisen Flames, with a roaring of the morning sea, Up from the stricken gray, the iron-barred prison, Flashes his face again upon the lea, And diamond dews the woodland ones …
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1913 · PDF PAGE 173
Cambridge Poets 1900–1913
… singing , And song alone may relieve the shadowy pain . I am weary even of song , and the lyre is cold , And my heart is lead , and the world seems very old . Dusk falls on the earth , and Apollo no more comes winging His way to me now ; it may be I shall sing not again . Yet to the dream I was true , and I followed the light Till it vanished , and left me in darkness all cold and forlorn ; It may be that is the end ; I know not nor care . If these songs that were wrought in the days of my springtide are fair , Perchance they shall seem to you…
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1913 · PDF PAGE 112
The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)
…of Life indeed departed? Hath-the augur indeed found bloodless-hearted Firstling lamb, and the dove without entrails? Is the hope of the world for ever sunken? Was the dream of us dark, demented, drunken? All in vain are we vowed before the veils? Were we false to the faith? Did hope desert us? Was not leonine love the grace that girt us? Why then bore we the shrine across the sea? Wait! the moment of midmost murk discloses Dawn, deep laden the winds of March with roses. Groans of travail announce the babe to be. Now the waves of the pool are s…
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1913 · PDF PAGE 226
The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)
…l lie on my love’s breast for ever, For we, being dead, shall lose each other never! (111) I turn to mortal love ; imagining Hath made a world that I may wander in; Where Love sits crowned, a blind and wingéd thing, Winged for delight of roving, blind to sin. This temple of Desire is pure and white, Transparent to the sunlight and the day! Most deeply calm under the star-lit night: Love's lamp guides lonely pilgrims on their way. My staff hath flowered with love’s immortal Rose; And I, that long be excommunicate, At early noon wait till the gat…
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