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…ut a man as I. CHORUS. Thou art not Horus, buta man. Thy life Is not of the immortals, but, as ours, Stands at the summons of the hooded death. PACHAD. Speak! I have this much of a god in me— I am not shaken at your cries; my lips
…ight swoons About the skirts of Night : These bowed and shaped themselves and said : It shall be thus ! And the intolerable luminous Death that is god bent down his head And answered : Thus, immutably, Above all days and deeds, shall be ! And the great Light that is above all gods Lifted his calm brow, spake, and all the seas, And all the air, and all the periods Of seasons and of stars gave ear, and these Vaults of the heaven heard The great white light that shaped its secrecies Into one holy terrible word, Higher than all words spoken ; f…
…se poetical works had a great charm for him jenkins was a prolific writer, but unfortunately, little of his work was published before his death at the early age of thirty-three, He died in March 1911, mourned by a large circle of friends, Ε. W.] ΤΟ PERSIS Ι CHILD—forgive me if I call thee Child— The weight of my mortality in years, I reckon not, but tribulations wild, With stormy battle, stress of life and fears. I see thee once again athwart the mist Of Time, and past the wane of many moons Not changed, with still a change—the same, I wist, Yet…
…se poetical works had a great charm for him jenkins was a prolific writer, but unfortunately, little of his work was published before his death at the early age of thirty-three, He died in March 1911, mourned by a large circle of friends, Ε. W.] ΤΟ PERSIS Ι CHILD—forgive me if I call thee Child— The weight of my mortality in years, I reckon not, but tribulations wild, With stormy battle, stress of life and fears. I see thee once again athwart the mist Of Time, and past the wane of many moons Not changed, with still a change—the same, I wist, Yet…
…ss as the clay, Somewhere I knew not. Many a dismal league Of various terror wove me its intrigue, And many a demon daunted : day by day Death dogged despair, and misery fatigue. Behold ! I came with haggard mien again Into the hall, and mingled with the train, A corpse amid the dancers. Then the king Saw me, and knew me—and he knew the ring ! He did not ask me how I sped : disdain Curled his old lips : he said one bitter thing.
…Their limbs insane they smile and call it love, Or, mocking, call it hatred: it is Fate. These grey eyes close to the deceitful dream Of death that will not take the tired for ever. Again, again, revolves the orb; the stream, The dew, the cloud, the ocean, and the river. My magic wand and cup and sword and spell. Languish, forgotten fears. The cup is filled with tears ; The sword is red with blood ; the pentacle Builded of flesh ; the wand its snake-head rears Swift energy: my labour is but lost. I, who thus thought all things to end, Findin th…
…wift hard rhythm, the remorseless clang; Or as a serpent loosening his fang To bite more deeply—this inane distress More than despair or death’s detested pang. I live—that shames me! Iam not a man. _ Nothing can I to sharpen or to span My throat with iron fingers, or my sword In my heart’s acid where the blood began Long since to leap, and now drops deadly slow, Clotted with salt and sulphur and strong woe. I shall not die: the first sight of the sward Stained with the spectral corpse had stung me so, Not stabbed me, since I saw her and survive…
86 KONX OM PAX It seems to tempt a man to swim. I have as sharp and straight and slim A blade whose glamour makes one reel And dazzles death upon the steel. Oh! the stiletto! supple joy— As if some soft Italian boy With all his slender strength alive Laughed in a deep Narcissus dive. I used to poise its light aloft Above Carlotta sleepy-soft. The dusky gold enamoured eyes And bloom of down would harmonize. She used to scold it in pretence Of envy of its excellence. We laughed—but not at the same joke. All girls are blind with their own smoke. A…
… in the gondola! They hold us in, these tangled sepulchres That guard such ghostly life. They tower above Our passage like the cliffs of death. There stirs No angel from the pinnacles thereof. All broods, all breeds. But immanent as Hers That reigns is this most silent crown of love, Adela That broods on me, and is I, in the gondola. They twist, they twine, these white and black canals, Now stark with lamplight, now a reach of Styx. Even as our love—raging wild animals Suddenly hoisted on the crucifix To radiate seraphic coronals, Flowers, flow…
… in the gondola! They hold us in, these tangled sepulchres That guard such ghostly life. They tower above Our passage like the cliffs of death. There stirs No angel from the pinnacles thereof. All broods, all breeds. But immanent as Hers That reigns is this most silent crown of love, Adela That broods on me, and is I, in the gondola. They twist, they twine, these white and black canals, Now stark with lamplight, now a reach of Styx. Even as our love—raging wild animals Suddenly hoisted on the crucifix To radiate seraphic coronals, Flowers, flow…
…ver he leads my foot shall follow ; Over the height, into the hollow, Up to the caves of pure cold breath, Down to the deeps of foul hot death, Across the seas, through the fires, Past the palace of desires ; Where he will, whether he will or no, If I go, I care not whither I go. For in me is the taint of the faery blood. Fast, fast, its emerald flood Leaps within me, violent rude Like a bestial fauns beatitude. In me the faery blood runs hard : My sires were a druid, a devil, a bard, A beast, a wizard, a snake and a satyr ; Foras my mother s…
…ut the single One, Hathoor and Aphrodite—whom I mock ! I may not follow in the dimness—I Chained unto matter by my evil will, Delight of death and carnal life. But see! He stirs, as one beholding in a dream Some deadly serpent or foul basilisk Sunning its scales, called kingly, in the mire. Strike, O my lover! I will drag thee down Into mine own unending pain and hate ‘To be one devil more upon the earth.— Come! ye my serpents, wrap his bosom round With your entangling leprosy! And me, Let me assume the belovéd limber shape, The crested head, t…
…mpletely. (Alexander Harvey has a superb story, "The Mustache", in which this psychology is admirably set forth.) I could have borne her death more philosophically. I was constantly tortured by the "memory of the Rose-red hours". I was not allowed to forget. There was the possibility of paradise at my elbow and there was nothing there but the reek of hell. I reel back beneath the blow of her breath As she comes smiling to me, that disgust Changes her drunken lust Into a shriek of hate --- half conscious still (Beneath the obsession of her will)…
Let all the life and dream and death be done, And all the love and hate be woven in one, All things be broken of the winter winds, No soul stand up and look upon the sun! Save only mine !|—that my voice may confound The universe, and spell the mighty sound To shake all heaven and earth, to mingle hell In chaos, in some limitless profound ; That it may tear Olympus from its place, Mix it with Hades, change the Ocean space, _ Level the tides of time that sink and swell, And curse my very father to his face! O father, father Apollo, did I wrong Th…
…st, And the breath of his crying is bound. Unto Toum, the low Lord of the West, let the noise of our chant be the breath Proclaiming him Death ! In the ways of the depth and the height, Where the multitude stars are at ease, There is music and terrible light, And the violent song of the seas. Unto Mou, the most powerful Lord of the South, let our worship declare Him Lord of the Air ! In the mutable fields that are sown Of a seed that is whiter than noon Whose harvest is beaten and blown By the magical rays of the moon, In the caverns and wharve…
LIBER L. VEL LEGIS Unity uttermost showed ! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou has…
THE EQUINOX ARAB. Oh, but this flight without faith Is an eternal death. zuLu. Hate is a hell sharper and deadlier Than all the weapons of the torturer. [They regain the heap of rubdle. Juuian. Allis prepared. Seek then once more with me The traces of the fatal three ! [He finds the CHINAMAN. Here is the first of the villains. [Zo shrine] Speak What vengeance we shall wreak ! Jovian. Foulest phantom flowers of fear From his soul like serpents shoot! The voice from the shrine. Cut his throat from ear to ear! Tear his tongue out by the root! Thro…
LIBER L. VEL LEGIS Unity uttermost showed ! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou has…
THE EQUINOX ARAB. Oh, but this flight without faith Is an eternal death. zuLu. Hate is a hell sharper and deadlier Than all the weapons of the torturer. [They regain the heap of rubdle. Juuian. Allis prepared. Seek then once more with me The traces of the fatal three ! [He finds the CHINAMAN. Here is the first of the villains. [Zo shrine] Speak What vengeance we shall wreak ! Jovian. Foulest phantom flowers of fear From his soul like serpents shoot! The voice from the shrine. Cut his throat from ear to ear! Tear his tongue out by the root! Thro…
…en staff Over my head, and cried—I heard his voice Most like the dweller of the hurricane Calm, small, and still, directing desolation ; Death to the world athwart its path.—So he Cried out upon me, ‘‘ Till this barren staff Take life, and bud, and blossom, and bear fruit, And shed sweet scent—so long God casteth thee Out from His glory!” Stricken, smitten, slain— When—one unknown, a pilgrim with the rest, Darting long rugged fingers and deep eyes, Reached to the sceptre with his word and will— Buds, roses, blossoms! Lilies of the Light ! Bloom…