Facsimile taken from an ancient manuscrit found in Damascus
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The Passionate EmbraceThe Passionate Embrace
The Passionate Embrace
Lit de Mort
I shall not die within a mad man's cell
Or in the city of unconquered pain
Nor on the ocean in a cockle shell
When mad March winds are blowing hurricane.
I shall not die among the multitude
Or as a martyr tortured at the stake,
I shall not die in business servitude
Nor as a soldier for my country's sake;
But i shall die within my lady's arms
And from her mouth drink down the purple wine
And tremble at the touch of naked charms
With silver fingers seeking to entwine.
My dying words shall be a lover's sighs
Beyond the last faint rhythm of her thighs.
Monday, January 23, 2012
...if it were not for you...
The Sun in unconcealed rage
Glares down across the magic of the world
The sun within us, that sways un incalculably.
Swift to the Sun
Deep imaged in my soul
But during the long day black lands
And it is faith in the incalculable sun, inner and outer, which keeps us alive.
Left by the tide
I bring you a conch-shell
That listening to the Sun you may
And there is always the battle of the sun, against the corrosive acid vapour of vanity and poisonous conceit, which is the breath of the world.
Are not so dark
As our embittered thoughts
Which carve strange silences within
HARRY CROSBY ~ CHARIOT OF THE SUN