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…y spirit as no woman can. I love her—yes ; and I have no escape. I never spoke, I never looked ! But she Saw through the curtains of the soul of me, And loved me also ! It is very well. I am well started on the road to Hell.
WHY JESUS WEPT 31 I am happy—let me see ! I guess some verse inspired By all her soul desired, Purity, love, well-being — ay ! and me ! [He opens the note, and reads : — “ To love you, Love, is all my happiness ! To kill you with my kisses ; to devour Your whole ripe beauty in the perfect hour That mingles us in one supreme caress —” Why, here is love articulate, vital ! I thought that only poets, not lovers, could so speak. And that poets, poor devils, speaking, could never know. “ So Percy to his Angela’s distress —” Then it is not my Molly t…
…1 Society of Jesus 137 Socrates 84 Sodom 54,72 Sol 152 solar-phallic 163,168 Solomon 180 sorrow 62,96,97,99,100,101,127 cessation of 104 soul 27,28,49,53,54.61.62,66.68.70, 72.73.74.75.80.84.85.87,103,104, 106,107,110,113,125,138,141,178, 186.187 immortal 103 lack of, in “professional soldiers” 182 of woman 172.180 space 24,27.28.33.47.80.93.94.103, 178.187 space-time 24,113 Spain 188 Spanish Civil War 188 Spencer, Herbert 145 sperm 67,69,103 as semen 171-172 Sphinx, powers of the 127,174 spiritualism 126 Star (Atu XVII) 78 “Star-Sponge” Vision…
… hers—what angel need to warn ? Since angels only seek to gain That wisdom of the unprofane. All future happiness I surely see. I am the Soul of Tragedy! Enter ULRIC.
…uld not dare to greet the sun ! Yet, in one hour I dare not hope, The mighty gate of Life May ope, And call me upwards to unite (Even my soul within the scope) With That Unutterable Light. Steady of purpose, girt with Truth, I pass, in my eternal youth, And watch the centuries wax and wane : Untouched by Times corroding tooth, Silent, immortal, unprofane ! My empire changes not with time. Mens kingdoms caldent as a rime Move me as waves that rise and fall. They are the parts, that crash or climb ; I only comprehend the All.
…ing bosom of the world’s great night! Then I arose in majesty, and came, Spurning the loves of the world for thee, for thee, For that my soul had quenched all meaner flame, Than the flame that burned still for thy majesty!
…ing bosom of the world’s great night! Then I arose in majesty, and came, Spurning the loves of the world for thee, for thee, For that my soul had quenched all meaner flame, Than the flame that burned still for thy majesty!
…you otherwise. And you, Do you think otherwise? I sometimes feel There is some consciousness keeps peering through Your bat's-eyes, as a soul in hell might steal To the edge of the abyss that bars salvation, And glare its knowledge of its own damnation. v Is it for this you gorge and swill—to mask That death’s-head? In the senses drown all sense? For this that love's a toil, a trade, a task, A labour Hercules might call immense?
… no wonder| She even stole my own vile wage; she stole ‘What she had given me herself: she took The body, wants the mind, would take the soul If she knew any longer where to look. No, my good sow. You take what you have paid for; ‘The other matters you were never made for. ‘That is her curse. She feels and knows she has Nothing of any value, feels and knows She is cast out for ever, cannot pass From her own mire to my eternal snows. She could not, would not; yet is not exempt From feeling all my close-concealed contempt.
…he marble mount, ‘The dimpled dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantonness weeping through ‘The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that is spirit and sou! ‘And body and brain—come over the sea, (Go Pan! Io Pan!) Devil or god, to me, to me, ‘My man! my man! ‘Come with trumpets sounding shrill ‘Over the hill! Come with drums low muttering From the spring! ‘Come with flute and come with pipe! ‘Am I not ripe? I, w…
…logy and of Social Science. It is the true Way of Nature, the right Strategy in the way of man with his Environment, and the Life of his Soul. t
…er dead stare to the skies: I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning with old infumtes. On her incestuous mouth I fell, And lost my soul for Jezebel. I followed him afoot, afire; Beneath her window he drew rein ; She looked forth, clad in glad attire, Haggard and hateful, once again ; And taunted him. His bastard blood Quailed, but his violent soul withstood. He blenched, and then with eyes of flame, ‘¢Who is on my side? Who?” he said. Three eunuchs, passionless, grown tame, Grinned from behind her laughing head. *“Throw down that woman!” …
…e, go; I give you to his monster kisses ! Take her, my God, my God, my infamy, My love, my master! take the fruit of me! — Shrieks every soul and every demon hisses ! Out ! out ! the ghastly torches of the feast ! Let darkness hide us and the night discover The shameless mysteries of God grown beast, The nameless blasphemy, the sliméd East— Sin incarnatéd with a leprous lover ! ‘‘tfoc est enim” 14—the victim! ah! my womb, My womb has borne the victin! Now I queen it To-night upon the damned—thy love makes room, My goat-head godhead, for my heca…
…och and rapture strong and keen Of the wind of the moor, A race of little men Lives with the little. The exalted ken Knows the synthetic soul. Eileen! Close in the silence cling the patient eyes Of love: the soul accepts her time of teen, Awaits the answer. Midnight droops and dies, A floral hour; what dawn of love shall rise On a world of sorrow? Teace! Eileen! Mazed in a Titan world of rock and snow? Horséd among the bearded Bedawin ? Drowsed on a tropic river in the glow Of sunset? Whither? Who shall care or know, When one and all are this? …
THE FELON FLOWER As the sighing of souls that are waiting the close of the light, As the passionate kissings of Love in the Forest of Night, As the swish of the wavelets that beat on a cavernless shore, Or the cry of the sea-mew that echoes a moment or more, So the voice of thy spirit soft-calling my soul in its flight. As the breath of the wind that is borne from the island of Love, As the swift-moving cloudlets that sail in the heaven above, As the warmth of the sunlight that breaks on the shimmer- ing sea, And the sweetness that lurks in the…
THE FELON FLOWER As the sighing of souls that are waiting the close of the light, As the passionate kissings of Love in the Forest of Night, As the swish of the wavelets that beat on a cavernless shore, Or the cry of the sea-mew that echoes a moment or more, So the voice of thy spirit soft-calling my soul in its flight. As the breath of the wind that is borne from the island of Love, As the swift-moving cloudlets that sail in the heaven above, As the warmth of the sunlight that breaks on the shimmer- ing sea, And the sweetness that lurks in the…
… of your country ! EUPHEMIA. It is not mine ! DELHOMME. I do not understand. I am too worn a slave in the worlds market for my fettered soul to grasp your innocence. Ah ! you are vowed to Our Lady, perhaps ? Yet, believe me
… central core of faith, hope and love. Joanna. Eternal home of light and love, Of life and liberty, Thou shrine of seraph, dome of dove, Soul of the sacred Tree, Ark of the sanctuary, Cup Wherein God's blood is treasured up! From the abyss thou reappearest, Thou The divinest and the dearest! Moon of our love, most wondrous womb, Mount of the Cave, red rose— Mighty as light, transcend the tomb, Thou tomb of all our woes! White moon, pale moon, chaste moon, arise Upon our smitten sanctuaries! Thou hast passed through the aquarian rages, Thou ship…
… central core of faith, hope and love. Joanna. Eternal home of light and love, Of life and liberty, Thou shrine of seraph, dome of dove, Soul of the sacred Tree, Ark of the sanctuary, Cup Wherein God's blood is treasured up! From the abyss thou reappearest, Thou The divinest and the dearest! Moon of our love, most wondrous womb, Mount of the Cave, red rose— Mighty as light, transcend the tomb, Thou tomb of all our woes! White moon, pale moon, chaste moon, arise Upon our smitten sanctuaries! Thou hast passed through the aquarian rages, Thou ship…
…shed me now. Yes, yes! let fancy sup That grislier banquet than old Atreus 4 planned ! wasind cannot fathom, 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. I weave The web of mine old agony and shame. Linger, while 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 ny …