illustration of Else Lasker-Schülerfrom "Tino of Baghdad" by Else Lasker-Schüler 1907
The rough drops of your blood Bring sweetness to my skin. Do not call my eyes traitresses Because they’re floating around your skies; I’m resting on your night, smiling And teaching your stars how to play. And I’m walking through the rusty gate Of your bliss with a song. I love you and am coming nearer, in white And transfigured on pilgrimage toes, I’m taking your haughty heart, Pure chalice, with me to the angels. I love you as if I’d died And my soul were spread across you – My soul took in all the pain, Its bitter images will shatter you. But there are so many roses in bloom I’d like to give you; I’d like to bring you all the gardens Woven into a wreath. I keep thinking of you Until the clouds drop down; We’d like to kiss, Wouldn’t we?
from The Song Celestial (Bhagavad Gita) by Sir Edwin Arnold
illustrated by Willy Pogany
Dwelling outside the stress
Of passion, fear, and anger; fixed in calms
Of lofty contemplation;
The Doors of Hell
Are threefold, whereby men to ruin pass, --
The door of Lust, the door of Wrath, the door
" The elements, the conscious life, the mind, The unseen vital force, the nine strange gates Of the body, and the five domains of sense; Desire, dislike, pleasure and pain, and thought Deep-woven, and persistency of being; These all are wrought on Matter by the Soul!"
"When I ventured back into the world of the living, I discovered that my
god only held half-sway. In everything, both great and small, he had to
share with an adversary who wanted life. The forces of repulsion and
attraction, the twin poles of the earth with their currents, the
alternation of the seasons, day and night, black and white - these are