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…cattering all my half-fledged dreams, Hailed me a foolish man. Perchance my dreams shall wing their way To some such other fool, perfay— God stop his mouth to still his screams, And help him if He can! 132
…cattering all my half-fledged dreams, Hailed me a foolish man. Perchance my dreams shall wing their way To some such other fool, perfay— God stop his mouth to still his screams, And help him if He can! 132
Ecstasy stronger than work of man or wrath of God. 101 XXVI THE TOWER OF SHINAR1 On Shinar plain a tower was built By man’s ambitious fear and guilt. (But Allah smote it with his fire : — Who sees it yonder in the silt ?) But I have built a higher tower Of love and fame for thee, o jilt !2 And yet a higher,3 this member firm, Fit for thy podex, an thou wilt. Nor Allah smites it, nor the Jinn, Until its pearly wine is spilt. Come in the cool of evening Beneath the figured goathair4 quilt ! Then will I gallop through the vale My spear at thy djir…
Ecstasy stronger than Death. 107 10. V. 14 is the saying of Mansur el Hallaj “ I am Truth and in my coat is wrapped nothing but God.” He was stoned by more orthodox Arabs, and his blood traced “ An’ el Haqq ” on the ground. 11. Gem [Persian text] Guhr. The Fable of the Cock and the Dunghill probably sprang from so childish a source as the pun between Guhr and Guh [Persian text] (dung). It is more obvious in the oblique Guh-ra and Guhr-ra. 12. The last three verses are probably spu- rious. Verse 11 supplies a natural end, with the takhallus. A. …
…ance is done, And Death drives home his silver spurs ! Thenthe last leap. What crowning curse Can bid that cup of curses brim ? How may Gods maniac ministers Lash the last langour out of Him ? I did it. How ? So great and grim The Gods are, I may never guess. Suffice it, on his mouth I swim A drowning dastard. The caress
… was as cheerful as the day was long; bowed down as she was by her glittering burden, she never failed to stop and wave a hand, and cry "God bless you, pretty lady, and send you safe and happy day!" with the frank warmth of the Italian peasant. The world was a fine place, after all, and Cyril Grey was the dearest boy in it, and herself the happiest woman. [291]
…ou art he that obeyeth not my power and obeyeth not that law which amapo Mada, od ge-llarebesa sapabe od jijipabe, das ol vinu, the Lord God made, and obeyeth not the Mighty Sounds and the Living Breath which I invoke, Das gobus: Miisa, ol, Das odiredDoO Moco aida Cabaame Enapo which I send: Come forth, I, who am the Servant of the Same Most High governor Lord Jad micaelzovo0, Jehovobe, ol Das zodiredo elonusahe, Das Zodivedo God __ powerful, Iehovohe, I who am exalted in power and am micaelzodo DO tot3a clonusa vaoresagi, ilasa Das ge-niisabe …
… it far !) The best of blessings is divine contentment, (Shakespeare again) and in particular (Seek not to exceed in matters of virility God-given ability !) [95]
…nd strong leman, Begottest Hope—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clear eye discerns the arsenals deep, Where the small folk of buried metals sleep ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Whose broad hand hides the giddy precipice From sleepers straying about some edifice ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Whose skill makes supple the old bones, at needs, Of the belated …
56 TRANSLATIONS FROM BAUDELAIRE THE DENIAL OF ST. PETER I WHAT makes God then of all the curses deep That daily reach his Seraphim divine ? Like to a tyrant gorged with meat and wine, Our blasphemous music lulleth him to sleep. II Tears of the martyrs, and saints torturèd, Must prove intoxicating symphonies, Since, spite of blood-price paid to gain them ease, The heavens therewith are not yet satiated. III Jesus ! recall Gethsemane afresh, Where thy simplicity his pity sought Who in his heaven heard, and mocked for nought, Coarse hangmen pierce…
…y in, and shattered The whole delusion asinine. All the false water-nymphs that flattered He killed with his resounding curse— O fool of God! as if it mattered! So, nothing better, rather worse, Out of the blue bliss of the pool Came dripping that inveterate fool!
…y in, and shattered The whole delusion asinine. All the false water-nymphs that flattered He killed with his resounding curse— O fool of God! as if it mattered! So, nothing better, rather worse, Out of the blue bliss of the pool Came dripping that inveterate fool!
…derer ! GOVERNOR. Sandro, can You quiet this madwoman ? ABBESS. Mad ! no wonder if I am My convent forced ! CITIZENS. Oh no ! ABBESS. By God and by His Lamb, That filthy hunchback and his sbirri burst the gate With powder. A CITIZEN. Yes, its true ! ALL. O infamous ! ABBESS. The State.
… the surge of things ; I bring them , from the well of Life , Love , from celestial water - springs . From the shrill fountain - head of God I draw out water with the rod Made luminous with light of power . I seal each aeon 's period , And wait the moment and the hour . Aloof , alone , unloved , I stand With love and worship in my hand . I commune with the Gods ; I wait Their summons , and I fire the brand . I speak their Word ; and there is Fate . 53
…a tome on the table.) Now, Flaccus, let us spend this night together as we have spent so many. The crisis of my life—my brother’s trust, God rest his soul! [evosses himself and mutters silently in prayer|—shall not find Alain de Malétroit unready or disturbed. SCENE CLOSES. SCENE II.! A narrow dirty street in Paris, fifteenth century. Night pitch black. Passers-by with lanterns. First PASSER-BY stumbles into SECOND. SECOND PASSER-BY. Zounds, man! have a care with thy goings. FIRST PASSER-BY. Stand, or I strike. Who but a thief goes lanternless …
…se of love and light. My lips, that drank the Heliconian rill, Murmur with slow delight. I see the faces of the lyric Nine ! The Rose of God its petals will unfold ! I madden with the ecstasy divine ! My soul leaps sunwards, shrieking—and behold ! Out of the ocean and the kindling brine Apollo’s face of gold ! What music, what delirium, what delight ! What dancing madness catches at my feet ! A tongue of fresh, impossible, keen light Burns on my brow—a silver stream of heat. I am constrained : The Awful Word I write From the one Paraclete. 15
…curse Its dreadful stature, its appalling shape. In giant horror the clouds rolling drape Earth, like a plumed pall upon an hearse. Till God looms up, half devil and half ape. Heaven exulting in the hateful rape ; And still the strong curse rolls Over accursed and immortal souls, Covering the corners of the universe Without escape. This is the evil destiny of man : The desperate plan Made by the Ancient One, to keep His power. Limits He set, made space unsearchable Yet bounded, made time endless to transcend Man's thought to comprehend : Builde…
…hat a woman ever went Through course of science, full and whole, Without the loss of beauty’s scent, And grace, and subtlety of soul. Ah God! this Law maketh hearts ache, “Who eateth shall not have his cake.”) 32
…LOSOPHERS 79 OVARIOTOMY I LOVE you, lass, and you alone. What shall I say now death and life Wrangle before the jasper throne And cry to God to end the strife? Kind words? a little good advice? Patience, and fortitude, and prayer? Tracts are so suitable, and nice? “ Dear chyild, there’ll be no parting there ! "P O bourgeoisie! you read no doubt, But still you have a lot to learn. I am a lover, not a lout. My thoughts take quite another turn. I who have bitten through your skin Envy the surgeon who could dip His deft and conscious fingers in Your…
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT God save thee, woeful Palamede! The questing of the Beast is loud Within thy ear. By Goddes reed, Thou hast won the tilt from all the crowd ! Within thy proper bowels it sounds Mighty and musical at need, As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within thee, Palamede! Now, then, he grasps the desperate truth He hath toiled these many years to see, Hath wasted strength, hath wasted youth— He was the Beast; the Beast was he! He rises from the cave of death, Runs to the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounte…