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Page 6 of 1291909 · PDF PAGE 75
…le to live up to this! Have been practising Asana, etc. I forgot one thing in the last entry: I had been reproaching Adonai that for six days I had evoked Him in vain. . . . I got the reply, “ The Seventh Day shall be the Sabbath of the Lord thy God.” So mote it be! T/æ Seven/ll Day. I began this great day with Eight breath—cycles; was stopped by the indigestion trouble in its other form. (P.S.—Evidently the introduction of the Cascara into my sensitive aura made its action instantaneous.) My breathing passages were none too clear, either ; I h…
1903 · PDF PAGE 82
‘There is an eye that Arab sages say Weeps never enough. ‘There is an eye whose glances make the day ‘The day of Love. ‘There is an eye that is above all eyes, ‘That is no eye. (Stood proud Anatta on the Bridge of Sighs ‘And thundered “Why?”) Which eyes are mine, which thine, poor ape, discover, ‘And even yet thou hast not lost thy lover, Khepbra, thou Beetle-headed God! Who travellest in thy strength above ‘The Heaven of Nu, with splendour shod Of Thoth, and girt about with Love! (© Sun at midnight! in thy Bark ‘The cynocephali proclaim Thy ef…
1906 · PDF PAGE 32
…immering from the fearful heat? Can I still trust who have learned to dare? All others I have known effete, Bid them await. Who knows to-day The purpose of the dread essay? Surely I, earlier, further fared! I knew the deed that closes clay, Division’s sword by sense unbared, A living lie. The deep delusion! Dividuality—confusion ! These I unmasked of yore. - To-day The hideous blue, the hideous gold Of sky and sand their wrath unrolled, Their agony and hate proclaimed. . Is it that night shall kiss to peace The furious carnival that flamed Its …
1913 · PDF PAGE 227
IOLO ANEURIN WILLIAMS. AT MUSIC . To and fro, and out and back 1 The music swings me , lying slack And limp and tired ; and now it's day , And now it's night , and I'm away With queer inconsequential things , While still the music swings and swings . I hardly listen to the sound Which yet slips in and laps around Work - sodden brain and listless sense . . . “ An ecstasy for eighteenpence " I think — and then I wonder why I thought of that . Perhaps I try To listen , and I watch the flies Dancing about the light , till eyes Grow dazed and numb .…
1906 · PDF PAGE 80
74 ALICE: AN ADULTERY Cold and inténse ; the one-and-twentieth day They drew my life out, one exceeding stress, Volcanic anguish !—Here’s the strange €XCESS: I called, ere waking, on the name Eheteh ! Solve me the riddle of the dream who can ! That night I sought a new toy for a lure, And she would not: but knew how hard to endure | Is love like ours, the love of purity. So she: “ Dispute it like a man!” and I: “* But I must also feel it as a man!” Note. Eheieh is the Hebrew for ‘‘I] am that Iam.” Its numerical value is 21. I was not aware at t…
1930 · PDF PAGE 62
… füled with God, fed upon God, intoxicaîed with God. Lit lie by little Ms hody will bec orne pnrified by fbe internai lustration of God; day by day bis mort ai frame, shedding its earihly éléments, will become in very truth the Temple of tbe Holy Gliost. Day by day matter is repîaeed by Spirit, tbe bmnau by the divine ; ulîimately the change will be complété; God manifest in flesh will be bis naine, This is the most important of ail magical secrets that ever were or are or can be. To a Magician thus renewed the attainment of the Knowledge and C…
1903 · PDF PAGE 56
…h ; Your scent is keen as floral wine, Inviting me, and love, to death. You, whom I kept, a sacred shrine, Will fling the portals to the day ; Where shone the moon the sun shall shine, Silver in scarlet melt away. There is yet a pang: they give me this Who can; and you who could have failed? Is it too late to extend the kiss? Too late the goddess be unveiled? O but the generous flower that gives Her kisses to the violent sun, Yet none the less in ardour lives An hour, and then her day is done. 54
1903 · PDF PAGE 110
THE FORTY-EIGHTH DAY “ Let us return “ And strain what other means is left to us In our dear peril.” Timon of Athens. Our love takes on a tinge of melancholy, The six months glory of life past on earth About to yield to Hades’ bridal birth, The world’s sad sympathy with Persephone. Yet I myself, while tuning to her key My sighs of sorrow, mused in secret mirth : “ I am convinced at last of money’s worth, For lack of which she cannot cross the sea.” I told her, like a fool, a day too soon. She went and told her story to the priest ; She wept, an…
1910 · PDF PAGE 161
151 AN HYMN FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE (Independence Day) Brothers and sisters, on this day Of deathless glory, let us come United in our glad array To hymn our fathers martyrdom. Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. They diedthey diedand we are free. Take up their cross ! Deserve their crown ! The stainless flag of liberty By man shall not be trodden down ! Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. In war and earthquake, wreck and wrong, Still let the flag of freedom fly ! In peace and safety, s…
1929 · PDF PAGE 12
…tle. He wished to suggest Plato, and so Socrates; hence I counted A-L-C-I-B-I-A-D-E-S = 10, and thus completely baffled the spy for that day. The following day he rapped out Rahu very emphatically, meaning that the next lunar eclipse would be the proper moment for our evasion, and spent the rest of the day in small talk, so as to lull the suspicions of the spy. For three days he had no opportunity of saying anything, being in the hospital with fever. On the fourth day: I have dis- covered that spy is a damned swine of an opium- smoking lieut…
1919 · PDF PAGE 195
… This truth is waiting in readiness for all those who will consciously accept it, but it has to be realised before it is understood, and day by day those who have accepted this Law, and are trying to live it, realize more and more of its Beauty and Perfection. The new teaching appears strange at first; and the mind is unable to grasp more than a fragment of what it really means. Only when we are living the Law can that fragment expand into the infinite conception of the whole. I want you to share with me one little fragment of this great Truth …
1913 · PDF PAGE 62
…upon it all, And so my dream began . How all of this had been before , How ages far away I lay on some forgotten shore As here I lie to- day . The waves came shining up the sands , As here to- day they shine ; And in my pre - Pelasgian hands The sand was warm and fine . I have forgotten whence I came , Or what my home might be , Or by what strange and savage name I called that thundering sea .
1909 · PDF PAGE 61
… Ithink They don’t play fair. Iwill now go and get something to eat, and (God willing) on my return settle down to real work, for I need daylight to copy my Ritual. A sandwich and two coffees at the Versailles and a citron pressé at the Dome, some little chatter with M—e, Β e, H s, and others. In fact, I’m a lazy unconcentrated hound. I started Mantra again, though ; of course it goes quite easily. Undressed, and the mantra going, and the Will toward Adonai less unapparent. To—day I began ill, full of spiritual pride—look at the records of my e…
1899 · PDF PAGE 176
…! alas! From heaven we are thrust, we have no more trust, Alas ! Gold hairs and gray, Red lips and white, Warm hearts, cold clay, Bright day, dim night, Our spirits pass Like the hours away. We have no light, Alas! alas! We have no more day, we are fain to say Alas!
1904 · PDF PAGE 89
…: the stars Shed laughter from above; But night must pass dawn’s prison bars: Night hath not tasted love. With me the night is fallen in day; The day swoons back to night; The white and black are woven in gray, Faint sleep of silken light. A strange soft light about me shed Devours the sense of time: Hovers about my sleepy head Some sweet persistent rhyme. Beneath my breast my love may hear Deep murmur of the billows— O gather me to thee, my dear, On soft forgetful pillows! O gather me in arms of love As maidens plucking posies, Or mists that f…
1905 · PDF PAGE 121
… Written partly under the great rock Sigiri, partly in Arabia, near Aden. ZÔHRA the king by feathered fans Slept lightly through the mid-day heat. Swart giants with drawn yataghans Guard, standing at his head and feet, Zôhra, the mightiest of the khans ! Each slave Circassian like a moon Sits smiling, burning with young bloom Of dawn, and weaves an airy tune Like a white bird’s song bright and bold That dips a fiery plume. So the song lulled, lazily rolled In tubes of silver, lutes of gold ; And all that palace drowsed away The hours that fanne…
1910 · PDF PAGE 47
MY LADY OF THE BREECHES habit. She dressed often as a man; and, one day, riding by Lionel’s cottage, she noticed the thin-armed youth whose eyes were big and haloed. Their eyes met; she smiled, he trembled. Both were pleased. The next day rose'and brought them again together. A formal introduction followed. Mary the male conquered Lionel the female. Thereafter, the “cheval hongre” lost his nick- name. Nor did he give any widow the chance of horse-whip- ping him again. XVIII THE MOON THEY were very happy; he learnt the joy of health and the inef…
1910 · PDF PAGE 47
MY LADY OF THE BREECHES habit. She dressed often as a man; and, one day, riding by Lionel’s cottage, she noticed the thin-armed youth whose eyes were big and haloed. Their eyes met; she smiled, he trembled. Both were pleased. The next day rose'and brought them again together. A formal introduction followed. Mary the male conquered Lionel the female. Thereafter, the “cheval hongre” lost his nick- name. Nor did he give any widow the chance of horse-whip- ping him again. XVIII THE MOON THEY were very happy; he learnt the joy of health and the inef…
1909 · PDF PAGE 34
…the Infernal Gods that the Omen may be averted; but I seem to have conquered the real Dweller of the Threshold once and for all. For nowadays my blackest despair is tempered by the certainty of coming through it sooner or later, and that with flying colours. The last??םסשI wasted talking to Dr. R——, that most interesting man. I don’t mean talking; I mean listening. You are a bad, idle good-formothingfellow, 0. M.! Why not stick to that mantra? Have drunk two citrons presses and gone to my room to work a mighty spell of magick Art. Having got rid…
1913 · PDF PAGE 8
INTRODUCTION . | SHALL take it to be conceded , at this time of day, 1 not only that good poetry is worth writing , but that our language has a capacity and our nation a rather special aptitude for it : and these admissions — if the reader will be good enough to make them before starting upon the poems here collected —will excuse together the authors, the anthologist, and the contributor of this short ' Introduction .' For if good poetry be worth writing , the attempt to write it must be worth making : nor does it need a Socratic dialogue to pr…