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1910 · PDF PAGE 24

Ambergris

… Profundis Blood, mist, and foam, then darkness. On my eyes Sits heaviness, the poor worn body lies Devoid of nerve and muscle ; it were death Save for the heart that throbs, the breast that sighs. The brain reels drowsily, the mind is dulled, Deadened and drowned by noises that are lulled By the harsh poison of the hateful breath. All sense and sound and seeing is annulled. Within a body dead a deadened brain Beats with the burden of a shameful pain, The sullen agony that dares to think, And think through sleep, and wake to think again. Fools …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 209

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…s of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moon, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses; The night, as long as death! Still, breath! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden, The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover Their warm involving deep— Love, sleep !— And lover lies with lover On air’s substantial steep. Ah! sweeter was September— The amber rain of leaves, The harvest to remember, The load of sun…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 209

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…s of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moon, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses; The night, as long as death! Still, breath! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden, The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover Their warm involving deep— Love, sleep !— And lover lies with lover On air’s substantial steep. Ah! sweeter was September— The amber rain of leaves, The harvest to remember, The load of sun…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 67

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…g blow. It seems almost as if the experiences of May 30 and 31 were to prepare him to meet it.) ,, 2. Arrived Liverpool. Heard of Baby’s death by letter from —— and v—. Arrived London, perfectly stunned. (He travelled to London with the friends he had made on the voyage, refusing to allow them to suspect that anything was wrong.) A appropriate in tone, though of course mechanical. I solemnly reaffirmed the oath of mine obligation to perform the operation, 27

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1912 · PDF PAGE 67

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…g blow. It seems almost as if the experiences of May 30 and 31 were to prepare him to meet it.) ,, 2. Arrived Liverpool. Heard of Baby’s death by letter from —— and v—. Arrived London, perfectly stunned. (He travelled to London with the friends he had made on the voyage, refusing to allow them to suspect that anything was wrong.) A appropriate in tone, though of course mechanical. I solemnly reaffirmed the oath of mine obligation to perform the operation, 27

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1926 · PDF PAGE 19

Liber Al vel Legis

…er than eyesight. 52. There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, and the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my services; ye do well, and I will reward you here and hereafter. 53. Fear not, O prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blesse'd are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 129

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ng sun : If these be gods, then there is none ! Baal and Jehovah, Ashtoreth And Chemosh and these Elohim, Life’s pandars in the brothel, Death! Cloudy imaginings, a dream Built up of fear and words and woe. All, all my soul must overthrow. For these are devils, nothing doubt ! Yet nought should trouble me: I see My folk secure from foes without, Worship in peace and amity Baal and Jehovah, sects appeased By peace assured and wealth increased. Yet am [ troubled. Doubt exists And absolute proof recoils before me. Truth veils herself in awful mist…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 43

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…ted. Few have dared to crush in arms of steel this burning daughter of the Jinn; to ravish from her poisonous scarlet lips the kisses of death, to force her serpent-smooth and serpent-stinging body down to some infernal torture- couch, and strike her into spasm as the lightning splits the cloud-wrack, only to read in her infinite sea-green eyes the awful price of her virginity—black madness. Even supreme Richard Burton, who solved nigh every other riddle of the Eastern Sphinx, passed this one by. He took the drug for months “with no other sympt…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 43

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…ted. Few have dared to crush in arms of steel this burning daughter of the Jinn; to ravish from her poisonous scarlet lips the kisses of death, to force her serpent-smooth and serpent-stinging body down to some infernal torture- couch, and strike her into spasm as the lightning splits the cloud-wrack, only to read in her infinite sea-green eyes the awful price of her virginity—black madness. Even supreme Richard Burton, who solved nigh every other riddle of the Eastern Sphinx, passed this one by. He took the drug for months “with no other sympt…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 11

Rosa Decidua

… am cleansed of her, I am so to say A man part paralysed. One limb is dead In feeling as in motion. This remains To ask : Will all catch death—how soon ? This head Excites its miserable brains To think the word it knows by intellect To be the right word—pity ! Then reflect : “ Pitiful ! Pitiful ! most pitiful ! The pity of it ! Think of the love past, Blossoms too beautiful ! Think of the hardships conquered comrade-wise ! Think of the babe and its most piteous end ! ” —All these things sound like lies. I do not comprehend Anything of them—“ Pi…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 100

Mortadello

…ck me and you shock. MONICA. The people wait to see Unlock the barren rock of this fine colloquy. Which will you have ? Close furled the death-flag flutter free ? Or Venice and the world, the flesh, the devil—and me ? MORTADELLO. It is my honour that you rob me of ! MONICA. I give You glory, a tame cat. MORTADELLO. Too false and fugitive ! MONICA. Oh, you repine too much. At least I give you life, And in the bargain such a jewel of a wife ! MORTADELLO. Well, here’s my ring. I trust because I must, agree Just to be all unjust ! MONICA. My lust o…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 137

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ng of swords in battle ; As the low of home-driven cattle ; As the wail of mothers children-losing ; As the clamorous cries of darkening death ; As the joy-gasp of love’s chosen choosing ; _As the babe’s first voluntary breath ; As the storm and tempest fallen at even ; As the crack and hissing of the levin ; As the soft sough of tree-boughs wind-shaken ; As the fearful cry of souls in hell, When past death: and blinder life they waken, Seeing Styx before their vision swell, When the bands of earth are broken As the spirit’s spell is spoken On …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 62

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… rvar of the seas. This pastime of hope and of labour Iled singing through bountiful hours, With sleep for a bride, for a neighbour With Death in the blossoming bowers That slays with his merciless sabre the passion of flowers. This pastime had hope for its metre, And trust in high God for the tune, And passion of sorrow made sweeter Than loves of the leafiest June, When Artemis’ arrows are fleeter than rays of the moon. My hope in the ocean was founded, Nor changed for the wind and the tide; My love by the heaven was bounded, And knew not a ba…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 170

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… Bleached in the sunlight) reached her period And fallen gently in the arms divine, Caressing arms of pale Persephone, And bathed her in death’s river tenderly, Washing the whole bright body, the long limbs, The clothing hair, the face, the witchery Of all the smiling shape in the dark stream, As one who gathers the first floral beam Of daylight by the water, dives and swims Deep in cool alleys, softer than a dream : So, rising to the other bank, aglow With the bright motion and the stream’s young flow, She might discover the Elysian ground, An…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 9

The Honourable Adulterers

…ood of other men is wet. So slowly, while the mob stood back, I went Out of the city, with no life content, And certain I should meet no death at least. And, riding ever to the stubborn east, . I came upon a shore whose ocean bent _ In one long curve, where folk were making feast. So with no heart to feast, I joined the mirth, Mingled the dances that resound the earth, And laughing looked in every face of guile, And answered fans with quick and subtle smile ; Ten thousand little loves were brought to birth, Ten thousand loves that laughed a lit…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 80

The Soul of Osiris

…thom, nor the brain conceive, Nor soul assimilate, nor heart believe The horror of that Thing without a Name. Full on me, boasting, like Death’s hand it came, And struck me headlong. Linger, while I weave The web of mine old agony and shame. A little shadow of that hour of mine Touches thy heart ? Fill up the foaming wine, And listen for a little ! How profound Strikes memory keen-fanged ; memory, the hound That tracks me yet—a shiver takes my spine At one half-hint, the shadow of that sound. Where am I ? Seven days my spirit fell, Down, down t…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 63

Orpheus

More tranced than death in this far following, Careless of winter, not invoking spring ; And all the witless woods company us and sing. But not the glades by song of thee unstricken? Not they? Shall they refuse the pulse to quicken, Soft smiting the low melody of light? Tuned without fingers, the wild woods lift high The wordless chant, the murmurous melody, The song that dwells like moon-enkindled night. We draw from low palm groves and cedar hills, From stern grey slumbers, for thy music fills All earth with unimaginable delight. Have we not …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 148

The Winged Beetle

… am cleansed of her, I am so to say A man part paralysed. One limb is dead In feeling as in motion. This remains To ask : Will all catch death—how soon ? This head Excites its miserable brains To think the word it knows by intellect To be the right word—pity ! Then reflect : “ Pitiful ! Pitiful ! most pitiful ! The pity of it ! Think of the love past, Blossoms too beautiful ! Think of the hardships conquered comrade-wise ! Think of the babe and its most piteous end ! ” —All these things sound like lies. I do not comprehend Anything of them—“ Pi…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 213

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…n Greece Forget! they are not there ! By worship cometh not the Peace, The Silence not by prayerr Leave the illusions, life and time And Death, and seek that star sublime, Until the lotus and the sea And snake no longer are, And single through Eternity Exists alone the Star, And utter Knowledge rise, and cease In that which is beyond the Peace! [GANYMEDE 4411665 4114/4115 45 dead. TYPHON. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin I HERMANUBIS. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin ! SPHINX. Ο that the banquet of Jupiter might begin! c.r.c:r…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 213

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…n Greece Forget! they are not there ! By worship cometh not the Peace, The Silence not by prayerr Leave the illusions, life and time And Death, and seek that star sublime, Until the lotus and the sea And snake no longer are, And single through Eternity Exists alone the Star, And utter Knowledge rise, and cease In that which is beyond the Peace! [GANYMEDE 4411665 4114/4115 45 dead. TYPHON. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin I HERMANUBIS. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin ! SPHINX. Ο that the banquet of Jupiter might begin! c.r.c:r…

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