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White Stains
PREFACE In the fevered days and nights under the Empire that perished in the struggle of 1870, that whirling tumult of pleasure, scheming,
La Gitana
YOUR hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In the starlight as we wove us in a
The Wife-Beater
I BRUISED your body with the whip Its wheals stand out in ridgéd azure. The savage blood upon your lip Images hurt, and hurt’s erasure. The
Hymn To Pan
Thrill with the lissome lust of the light, O man! My man! Come careering out of the night Of Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea From
Optimist
Kill off mankind And give the Earth a chance! Nature might find In her inheritance The seedlings of a race Less infinitely base.
The Poet
BURY me in a nameless grave! I came from God the world to save, I brought them wisdom from above: Worship, and liberty, and love. They slew me
The Quest
APART, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: The silence of
Thanatos Basileos
The serpent dips his head beneath the sea His mother, source of all his energy Eternal, thence to draw the energy he needs On earth to do
The Neophyte
TO-NIGHT I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must stop, and pray One little
