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1919 · PDF PAGE 68

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ion of the Lord is the roof of my mouth; the gate- way of the Lord is of ivory. My tongue is the handmaiden of the Lord; the Lord hath delighted in the palace of porphyry. My lips shall rejoice in the righteousness of the Lord; my belly shall give thank, for the Lord filleth it with bene- diction. Iam the vessel of the Lord; the Lord delighteth in me; the Lord hath brought me to fulfilment. Give praise unto the Lord, all ye that love the Lord; rejoice in Him, ye sons and daughters of enlightenment. Behold, the Lord is exalted in righteousness; …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 270

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…le, cubs, doves, lambs, kids, come !] First, God made heav’n, earth: Earth gauche, void; deep, dark. God's Ghost stirred sea, God said ‘ Light!" "Twas. ‘Saw light, Good, split off dark, call’d light ‘day,’ dark ‘night.’ Eve, Morn, day I. ‘Said, ‘‘’Twixt wets be air, split wets !"’ ‘Madeair, split wets ‘neath air, wets top air; so. Call’d air ‘heav'n.’ Eve, morn, day II. ‘Said, ‘* Low wets, Cling close, show earth.” So. ‘Call’d dry ‘earth,’ wet ‘sea.’ Rubbed hands, smacked lips, said ‘ good.’ [Here John was seized By order of Augustus. He mainta…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 91

The Mother’s Tragedy

MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES 77 ‘‘Come with me,” you whispered, ‘‘come, and let the moon Lend her light to madden us through the hours of pleasure; Let the dayspring pass and brighten into noon! Yet no limit find our love, nor passion find a measure !” O Madonna of the Golden Eyes! Dawn brought reason back, and the violet eyes are sadder, O they were golden once, and I call them golden still! Dawn has brought remorse, the sting of a foul swamp- adder— I hate you! beast of Hell! I have snapped Love’s manacle! O Murderess of the hateful eyes! O and…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 130

Ambergris

… atitude. A solemn rapture holds the faun : an holy joy sucks up the seer Within its rose-revolving sphere, the orient oval of the dawn. Light’s graven old cartouche is sealed upon the for- est : groves are gray With filtered glamours of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth ; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, she, eager, she, exotic orchid of the glade ! She waits the ripe, exultant blade, life tempered by eternity. A…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 119

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…n One! Chorus. Glory and worship be to Thee, Sap of the world-ash, wonder-tree! [He raises his hands to the shrine, and opens it. A rosy light stveams thence and fills the holy place, while the white Dove that was enshrined therein descends upon his head. The tree blossoms into leat, flower, and fruit. (The curtain falls.) 79

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1913 · PDF PAGE 119

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…n One! Chorus. Glory and worship be to Thee, Sap of the world-ash, wonder-tree! [He raises his hands to the shrine, and opens it. A rosy light stveams thence and fills the holy place, while the white Dove that was enshrined therein descends upon his head. The tree blossoms into leat, flower, and fruit. (The curtain falls.) 79

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1929 · PDF PAGE 453

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…y accounts of the Great Fair at Nijni Novgorod. Finding "the time and the place and the {716} loved one all together", at the cost of a slight effort, I decided to trot off and see "The Fun of the Fair", by which title I called the poem in which I describe my excursion. The way in which I wrote it is, I imagine, unique in literature. I wrote down in heroic couplets every incident of the adventure exactly as it occurred and when it occurred. The only variation is that occasionally I permit myself to exaggerate the facts (as in enumerating the ra…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 18

Carmen Saeculare

…rrection fragrance, to disperse Men’s folly and their fears. The contemplation of those awful eyes, The flaming void, the godhead of the light, The abyss of these unfathomable skies, Exhaust my being ; I desire the night. Lo ! I have written all the destinies Thy spirit bade me write. 17

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1906 · PDF PAGE 190

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…doorway there! ® Farewell ! How tedious I always find That special manner of my mind ! Aum ! let us meditate aright On that adorable One Light, Divine Savitri! So may She Illume our minds! So mote it be! 795 800 805 810 815

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1907 · PDF PAGE 9

Rosa Coeli

…the lampless hour Strikes, and an unborn universe perceives Its lonely mother-flower, Us, in our love’s arcane Briatic bower. We scatter light, a music-tingling shower ; We breathe out life, a crimson whisper ; We radiate love, a velvet-soft complaint, Most like the echo of a chime at vesper Rung far across narcissus-haunted leas, Lilied lagoons, and moon-enchaunted seas, By the high-bosomed boy, large-eyed, with fasting faint, That shares an hermitage with some devoutest saint. III S, in our life, I passed the awful gate Where like a Cerberus …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 175

The Winged Beetle

…on ! I quiver, Drenched with the hate of the horrible river— O but the stars of it stagger and shiver ! Leave me in peace, O disaster of light ! Leave me to solitude, leave me to night ! Is there no moon to enkindle the height ? V See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up the death of the Star, and renews Life in cascades of peonian hues ! Nay, but she curves to arise, to increase ; Glamour on glamour to sicken and cease. How shall the warrior win to the peace ? Fade, O thou moon in thy magical bark ! Sink in the ocean thy silvery spark !…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 24

Little Poems in Prose

… the very waters seem to sleep; how different from human festivals! Here it is an orgy of silence. One might say that an ever-increasing light makes things glitter more and more: that the excited flowers burn with desire to rival the sky’s blue by the vigour of their colour, and that the heat, making their perfumes visible, sends them up before the altar of the day-star like clouds. Nevertheless, in all this enjoyment I beheld one suffering. At the fool of a colossal Venus, one of those artificial madmen, one of those professional buffoons whos…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 155

Little Poems in Prose

… the fancy took him to go into the ceme- tery whose grass was so tall and so inviting, and where so rich a sun held sway. In effect, the light and the heat were revel- ling there, and one would have said that the drunken sun was wallowing at all its length upon a carpet of magnificent flowers nourished upon destruction. An immense rustle of life filled the air; the life of things infinitely small, which was interrupted at regular intervals by

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1898 · PDF PAGE 44

Jephthah

…se Burn awful in his holy eyes. A moment, and the fire is low Upon the black. stone of the altar, The spilt blood eagerly doth glow, And lightnings lick the light, and falter, Feeling the vast Shekinah shine Above their excellence divine. The Lord is gracious to His own, And hides with glory as a mist The sacrifice and smitten stone, And on the lips His presence kissed Burn the high vows with ample flame That He shall swear to by the Name. JEPHTHAH. Highest of Highest, most Concealed of all, Most Holy Ancient One, Unnameable, Receive for these …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 57

Tale of Archais

…es and loves re-quickened, and her breath Grew calm as worship’s, though as dark as death Her soul had been for weary days no few ; Now, lightened by the spirit thrust anew As into a dead body breath of life, She gave sweet thanks with gentle lips that ope, Like buds of roses on the sunny slope Of lily gardens falling toward a stream That flashes back the intolerable beam Of sunlight with light heart. They fled away At Cypris’ word, beyond the bounds of day Into the awful caverns of the night, Eerie with ghosts imagined, and the might Of strang…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 120

Tannhäuser

…brain. To the resounding plain : The double word, The see-saw of all misery —begin The alluring mysteries of lust and sin ; Ends their delight !— and are they clear to sight ? Or mixed with death, compact of night ? Begin — the bitter tears of impotence. The sad permuted sense Of this despair—what would you ? and renew The long soft warfare—the enchanted arms. The silken body's charms. The lips that murmur and the breasts that sting ; The eyes that sink so deep Beyond the steeps and avenues of sleep, And of their wonder bring No ultimation from…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 49

The Sword of Song

…oorway there !62 Farewell ! How tedious I always find That special manner of my mind ! Aum ! let us meditate aright On that adorable One Light, Divine Savitri ! So may She Illume our minds ! So mote it be ! 795 800 805 810 815 Christian mystics not true Christians. What think ye of Crowley ? His interlo- cuter dis- missed, not with a jest, but with a warning. Poet yawns. Aum !

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1905 · PDF PAGE 16

Orpheus

… with me, possess me, reveal me the melodies never yet given to men. The starry and heavenly wheels, The earth and her glorious dye, The light that the darkness reveals, The river, the sea, and the sky; All nature, or joyful or dire, Life, death, let them throng to the lyre, All sealed with the marvellous seals ! Let them live in my sob, let them love in my song, let them even be I! Let me in most various song Be seasons, be rivers that roll, Be stars, the untameable throng, All parts of the ultimate whole; All nature in various attire Be woven…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 217

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE INTERPRETER Moruer of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and Speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake. By the Rose and the Cross I conjure; I constrain by the Snake and the Sword; Iam he that is sworn to endure—Bring us the word of the Lord! By the brood of the Bysses of Brightening, whose God was my sire; By the Lord of the Flame and the Lightning, the King of the Spirits of Fire; By the Lord of the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea, The fairest of all of whose daughters was mother to me; By t…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 217

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

THE INTERPRETER Moruer of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and Speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake. By the Rose and the Cross I conjure; I constrain by the Snake and the Sword; Iam he that is sworn to endure—Bring us the word of the Lord! By the brood of the Bysses of Brightening, whose God was my sire; By the Lord of the Flame and the Lightning, the King of the Spirits of Fire; By the Lord of the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea, The fairest of all of whose daughters was mother to me; By t…

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