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\nLyrical Poems from Manuscripts<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tCirca 1934 \u00ad 1947<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSymbol Moon<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tOnce again thou hast climbed, O moon, like a white fire on the glimmering
\nedge,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFloating up, floating up from the haunted verge of a foam-tremulous
\nsea.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMystic-horned here crossing the grey-hued listless nights and days,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSpirit-silver craft from the ports of eternity.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tOverhead with thy plunging and swaying prow thou fleetest, O ship of the
\ngods,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGlorifying the clouds with thy halo, but our hearts with a rose-red
\nrapture shed from the secret breasts of love;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlmost thou seemest the very bliss that floats in opaline air over heaven’s
\ngolden roads,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEmbodied here to capture our human lives like a nectar face of light
\nin the doubtful blue above.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tDumbly blithe, shuddering, the air is filled from thy cup of pale mysterious
\nwine:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tGleam quivers to longing gleam; and the faery torches lit for Night’s
\nmysteries are set in her niches stark and deep;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe inconscient gulfs stir and are vaguely thrilled, while their unheard
\nvoices cry to the Wonder-light new-seen<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill descending its ray shall unlock with a wizard rod of fire the dumb
\nrecesses of sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tBright and alone in a white-foam-glinted delicate dim-blue ocean of sky,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEver thou runst and thou floatest as a magic drifting bowl<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFlung by the hand of a drunken god in the river of Time goes tossing by,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO icon and chalice of spiritual light whose spots are like Nature’s shadow stains on a white and immaculate soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHow like one frail and haunted thou com’st, O white moon, at my lonely call from thy deep sky-covert heights,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA voyager carrying through the myriad-isled archipelago of the spear-pointed questioning stars<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe circle of the occult argent Yes of the Invisible to the dim query of the
\nyearning witness lights<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat burn in the dense vault of Matter’s waking mind 
\n\t\t\t\u2014  innumerable,
\nsolitary and sparse.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA disk of a greater Ray that shall come, a white-fire rapture and girdling
\nrose of love,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTimelessly thou driftest, O soundless silver boat that set out from the
\nfar Unknown,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMoon-crystal of silver or gold of some spirit joy spun by Time in his dense
\naeonic groove,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA messenger and bearer of an unembodied beauty and unseized bliss
\nadvancing over our life’s wan sea  \u2014  significant, bright and alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe World Game<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n(The Ishwara to the Ishwari<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tIn god-years yet unmeasured by a man’s thought or by the earth’s dance or
\nthe moon’s spin<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI have guarded the law of the Invisible for the sake of thy smile, O
\nsweet;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhile lives followed innumerable winged lives, as if birds crossing a wide
\nsea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI have watched on the path of the centuries for the light of thy
\nrunning feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe earth’s dancing with the sun in his fire-robes, was it not thou circling
\nmy flame-soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe gazings of the moon in its nectar-joy were my look questing for
\nthee through Space?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe world’s haste and the racing of the tense mind and the long gallop of
\nfleet years<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWere my speed to arrive through the flux of things and to neighbour
\nat last thy face.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe earth’s seeking is mine and the immense scope of the slow aeons my heart’s way;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFor I follow a secret and sublime Will and the steps of thy Mother-might.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the dim brute and the peering of man’s brain and the calm sight in a god’s eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt is I questing in Life’s broken ways for thy laughter and love and light.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tWhen Time moved not nor yet Space was unrolled wide, for thy game of
\nthe worlds I gave<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMyself to thy delightful hands of power to govern me and move and
\ndrive;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo earth’s dumbness I fell for thy desire’s sport weaving my spirit stuff<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a million pattern-shapes of souls made with me alive.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe worlds are only a playfield of Thou-I and a hued masque of the
\nTwo-One,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI am in thee as thou art in me, O Love; we are closer than heart and
\nbreast;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFrom thee I leaped forth struck to a spirit spark, I mount back in the soul’s
\nfire;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo our motion the stars whirl in the swing of Time, our oneness is
\nNature’s rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tWhen Light first from the unconscious Immense burst to create nebula and
\nsun<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t‘Twas the meeting of our hands through the empty Night that
\nenkindled the fateful blaze;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe huge systems abandoned their inert trance and this green crater of life
\nrose<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat we might look on each other form on form from the depths of a
\nliving gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe mind travelled in its ranges tier on tier with its wide-eyed or its rapt
\nthought,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy thought toiling laboured to know all myself in thee to our atoms
\nand widths and deeps,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy all yearns to thy all to be held close, to the heart heart and to self self,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs a sea with a sea joins or limbs with limbs, and as waking’s delight
\nwith sleep’s.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen mind pinnacled is lost in thy Light-Vasts and the man drowns in the
\nwide god,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThy Truth shall ungirdle its golden flames and thy diamond whiteness
\nblaze;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy souls lumined shall discover their joy-self, they shall clasp all in the
\nnear One,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the sorrow of the heart shall turn to bliss and thy sweetness
\npossess earth’s days.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThen shall Life be thy arms drawing thy own clasped to thy breast’s
\nrapture or calm peace,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith thy joy for the spirit’s immortal flame and thy peace for its
\ndeathless base.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur eyes meeting the long love shut in deep eyes and our beings held fast
\nand one,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI shall know that the game was well worth the toil whose end is thy
\ndivine embrace.<\/p>\n

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\nWho art thou that camest<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tWho art thou that camest<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBearing the occult Name,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWings of regal darkness,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEyes of an unborn flame?<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tLike the august uprising<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf a forgotten sun<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of the caverned midnight<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFire-trails of wonder run.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tCaptured the heart renouncing<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTautness of passion-worn strings<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAllows the wide-wayed sweetness<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf free supernal things.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tOne<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nThe mind of a man<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the mind in a stone.<\/p>\n

\nBut the Mind of minds<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSits bright and alone.<\/p>\n

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\nThe life of a tree,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe life in a clod,<\/p>\n

\nTo the Life of all life<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat men call God.<\/p>\n

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\nThe heart of a beast<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd a seraph’s heart,  \u2014 <\/p>\n

\nBut the Heart of all hearts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThrobs ever apart.<\/p>\n

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\nA body beloved<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd a body slain.<\/p>\n

\nYet both were the bodies<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf One in their pain.<\/p>\n

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\nIn a mounting as of sea-tides<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tIn a mounting as of sea-tides, in a rippling as of invisible waters,<\/p>\n

\nOn a cry in me my soul is uplifted, in a passion of my nature<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy heart climbs up towards thee, O unimaginable Wonder and
\nResplendence,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a striving for the caress of thy Light and for the embrace of thy Presence.<\/p>\n

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\nIf once given were but a touch of thy feet on the thrilled bosom of my longing,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut a glance of thy eyes mingling with mine in the recesses and the silence,<\/p>\n

\nSuch a rapture would envelop me, such a fire of transfiguring effulgence,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI could never again be as a man upon this earth, but one immortal.<\/p>\n

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\nFor my mind would be dissolved in a sun-glory of God-vision and of knowledge,<\/p>\n

\nAnd my heart would be made suddenly more pure and illumined and self-tranquil,<\/p>\n

\nAnd my nerves and my body would transmute into an ethereal divineness, <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA fit vesture for the godhead thou buildst in me, for the immortal thy adorer.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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\nO thou Life of my life and the unseen heart of its ecstasy and its beating,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tO Face that was disclosed in the beginning of the worlds amid the
\nimmenseness,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLet thy Flame-wisdom leap down upon the coilings of our python
\ninconscience,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLet the Love-wine be poured out in thy chalice, let me be drunk with it for
\never.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tI shall meet thee in the ocean of thy stillness, in the ether of thy splendour,<\/p>\n

\nThy Force shall be in my veins like the ichor in the Unaging who are deathless;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy soul shall be as one breath with thy soul and thy infinity around thee,<\/p>\n

\nAnd shall quiver with the vision of thy beauty and the marvel of thy sweetness.<\/p>\n

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\nKrishna<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t(Cretics<\/i>)<\/p>\n

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\nO immense Light and thou, O spirit-wide boundless Space,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhom have you clasped and hid, deathless limbs, gloried face?<\/p>\n

\nVainly lie Space and Time, “Void are we, there is none.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVainly strive Self and World crying “I, I alone.”<\/p>\n

\nOne is there, Self of self, Soul of Space, Fount of Time,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHeart of hearts, Mind of minds, He alone sits, sublime.<\/p>\n

\nOh no void Absolute self-absorbed, splendid, mute,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHands that clasp hold and red lips that kiss blow His flute.<\/p>\n

\nAll He loves, all He moves, all are His, all are He;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMany limbs sate His whims, bear His sweet ecstasy.<\/p>\n

\nTwo in One, Two who know difference rich in sense,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTwo to clasp, One to be, this His strange mystery.<\/p>\n

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\nThe Cosmic Man<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tI look across the world and no horizon walls my gaze;<\/p>\n

\nI see Tokyo and Paris and New York,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI see the bombs bursting on Barcelona and on Canton streets.<\/p>\n

\nMan’s numberless misdeeds and small good deeds take place within my single self;<\/p>\n

\nI am the beast he slays, the bird he feeds and saves;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe thoughts of unknown minds exalt me with their thrill;<\/p>\n

\nI carry the sorrow of millions in my lonely breast.<\/p>\n

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\nThe Island Sun<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tI have sailed the golden ocean<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd crossed the silver bar;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI have reached the Sun of knowledge,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe earth-self’s midnight star.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tIts fields of flaming vision,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts mountains of bare might,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts peaks of fiery rapture,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts air of absolute light,<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tIts seas of self-oblivion,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts vales of Titan rest,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBecame my soul’s dominion,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts Island of the Blest.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tAlone with God and silence,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTimeless it lived in Time;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife was His fugue of music,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThought was Truth’s ardent rhyme.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Light was still around me<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen I came back to earth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBringing the Immortal’s knowledge<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto man’s cave of birth.<\/p>\n

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\nDespair on the Staircase<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tMute stands she, lonely on the topmost stair,<\/p>\n

\nAn image of magnificent despair;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe grandeur of a sorrowful surmise<\/p>\n

\nWakes in the largeness of her glorious eyes.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn her beauty’s dumb significant pose I find<\/p>\n

\nThe tragedy of her mysterious mind.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet is she stately, grandiose, full of grace.<\/p>\n

\nA musing mask is her immobile face.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer tail is up like an unconquered flag;<\/p>\n

\nIts dignity knows not the right to wag.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn animal creature wonderfully human,<\/p>\n

\nA charm and miracle of fur-footed Brahman,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhether she is spirit, woman or a cat,<\/p>\n

\nIs now the problem I am wondering at.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Dwarf Napoleon<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t(Hitler. October 1939<\/i>)<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tBehold, by Maya’s fantasy of will<\/p>\n

\nA violent miracle takes sudden birth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe real grows one with the incredible.<\/p>\n

\nIn the control of her magician wand<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe small achieves things great, the base things grand.<\/p>\n

\nThis puny creature would bestride the earth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEven as the immense colossus of the past.<\/p>\n

\nNapoleon’s mind was swift and bold and vast,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis heart was calm and stormy like the sea,<\/p>\n

\nHis will dynamic in its grip and clasp.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis eye could hold a world within its grasp<\/p>\n

\nAnd see the great and small things sovereignly.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA movement of gigantic depth and scope<\/p>\n

\nHe seized and gave coherence to its hope.<\/p>\n

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\nFar other this creature of a nether clay,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVoid of all grandeur, like a gnome at play,<\/p>\n

\nIron and mud his nature’s mingled stuff,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA little limited visionary brain<\/p>\n

\nCunning and skilful in its narrow vein,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA sentimental egoist poor and rough,<\/p>\n

\nWhose heart was never sweet and fresh and young,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA headlong spirit driven by hopes and fears,<\/p>\n

\nIntense neurotic with his shouts and tears,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tViolent and cruel, devil, child and brute,<\/p>\n

\nThis screaming orator with his strident tongue,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis prophet of a scanty fixed idea,<\/p>\n

\nPlays now the leader of our human march;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis might shall build the future’s triumph arch.<\/p>\n

\nNow is the world for his eating a ripe fruit.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis shadow falls from London to Corea.<\/p>\n

\nCities and nations crumble in his course.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA terror holds the peoples in its grip:<\/p>\n

\nWorld-destiny waits upon that foaming lip.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Titan Power upholds this pigmy man,<\/p>\n

\nThe crude dwarf instrument of a mighty Force.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHater of the free spirit’s joy and light,<\/p>\n

\nMade only of strength and skill and giant might,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA Will to trample humanity into clay<\/p>\n

\nAnd unify earth beneath one iron sway,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInsists upon its fierce enormous plan.<\/p>\n

\nTrampling man’s mind and will into one mould<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDocile and facile in a dreadful hold,<\/p>\n

\nIt cries its demon slogans to the crowd.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut if its tenebrous empire were allowed,<\/p>\n

\nThat mastery would prepare the dismal hour<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhen the Inconscient shall regain its right,<\/p>\n

\nAnd man who emerged as Nature’s conscious power,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShall sink into the deep original night<\/p>\n

\nSharing like all her forms that went before<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe doom of the mammoth and the dinosaur.<\/p>\n

\nIt is the shadow of the Titan’s robe<\/p>\n

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\nThat looms across the panic-stricken globe.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn his high villa on the fatal hill<\/p>\n

\nAlone he listens to that sovereign Voice,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDictator of his action’s sudden choice,<\/p>\n

\nThe tiger leap of a demoniac skill.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn energy his body cannot invest,  \u2014 <\/p>\n

\nToo small and human for that dreadful guest,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA tortured channel, not a happy vessel,  \u2014\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\nDrives him to think and act and cry and wrestle.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThus driven he must stride on conquering all,<\/p>\n

\nThreatening and clamouring, brutal, invincible,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUntil he meets upon his storm-swept road<\/p>\n

\nA greater devil  \u2014  or thunderstroke of God.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Children of Wotan <\/a>
\n\t\t\t<\/b><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t1940<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t“Where is the end of your armoured march, O children of Wotan?<\/p>\n

\nEarth shudders with fear at your tread, the death-flame laughs in your eyes.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“We have seen the sign of Thor and the hammer of new creation,<\/p>\n

\nA seed of blood on the soil, a flower of blood in the skies.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe march to make of earth a hell and call it heaven.<\/p>\n

\nThe heart of mankind we have smitten with the whip of the sorrows seven;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Mother of God lies bleeding in our black and gold sunrise.”<\/p>\n

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\n“I hear the cry of a broken world, O children of Wotan.”<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“Question the volcano when it burns, chide the fire and bitumen!<\/p>\n

\nSuffering is the food of our strength and torture the bliss of our entrails.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe are pitiless, mighty and glad, the gods fear our laughter inhuman.<\/p>\n

\nOur hearts are heroic and hard; we wear the belt of Orion:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur will has the edge of the thunderbolt, our acts the claws of the lion.<\/p>\n

\nWe rejoice in the pain we create as a man in the kiss of a woman.”<\/p>\n

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\n“Have you seen your fate in the scales of God, O children of Wotan,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the tail of the Dragon lashing the foam in far-off seas?”<\/p>\n

\n“We mock at God, we have silenced the mutter of priests at his altar.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur leader is master of Fate, medium of her mysteries.<\/p>\n

\nWe have made the mind a cypher, we have strangled Thought with a cord;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDead now are pity and honour, strength only is Nature’s lord.<\/p>\n

\nWe build a new world-order; our bombs shout Wotan’s peace.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t“We are the javelins of Destiny, we are the children of Wotan,<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWe are the human Titans, the supermen dreamed by the sage.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA cross of the beast and demoniac with the godhead of power and will,<\/p>\n

\nWe were born in humanity’s sunset, to the Night is our pilgrimage.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOn the bodies of perishing nations, mid the cry of the cataclysm coming,<\/p>\n

\nTo a presto of bomb and shell and the aeroplane’s fatal humming,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWe march, lit by Truth’s death-pyre, to the world’s satanic age.”<\/p>\n

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\nThe Mother of God<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA conscious and eternal Power is here<\/p>\n

\nBehind unhappiness and mortal birth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the error of Thought and blundering trudge of Time.<\/p>\n

\nThe mother of God, his sister and his spouse,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDaughter of his wisdom, of his strength the mate,<\/p>\n

\nShe has leapt from the Transcendent’s secret breast<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo build her rainbow worlds of mind and life.<\/p>\n

\nBetween the superconscient absolute Light<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the Inconscient’s vast unthinking toil,<\/p>\n

\nIn the rolling and routine of Matter’s sleep<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the somnambulist motion of the stars<\/p>\n

\nShe forces on the cold unwilling Void<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer adventure of life, the passionate dreams of her heart.<\/p>\n

\nAmid the work of darker Powers she is here<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo heal the evils and mistakes of Space<\/p>\n

\nAnd change the tragedy of the ignorant world<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto a Divine Comedy of joy<\/p>\n

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\nAnd the laughter and the rapture of God’s bliss.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Mother of God is mother of our souls;<\/p>\n

\nWe are the partners of his birth in Time,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInheritors we share his eternity.<\/p>\n

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\nThe End?<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs this the end of all that we have been,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd all we did or dreamed,  \u2014 <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA name unremembered and a form undone,  \u2014\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs this the end?<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tA body rotting under a slab of stone<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr turned to ash in fire,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA mind dissolved, lost its forgotten thoughts,  \u2014\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs this the end?<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tOur little hours that were and are no more,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOur passions once so high<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDying mocked by the still earth and calm sunshine,  \u2014\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs this the end?<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tOur yearnings for the human Godward climb<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPassing to other hearts<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDeceived, while sinks towards death and hell the world,  \u2014\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs this the end?<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tFallen is the harp; shattered it lies and mute;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIs the unseen player dead?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBecause the tree is felled where the bird sang,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMust the song too hush?<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tOne in the mind who planned and willed and thought,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWorked to reshape earth’s fate,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne in the heart who loved and yearned and hoped,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDoes he too end?<\/p>\n

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\nThe Immortal in the mortal is his Name;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn artist Godhead here<\/p>\n

\nEver remoulds himself in diviner shapes,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnwilling to cease<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTill all is done for which the stars were made,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTill the heart discovers God<\/p>\n

\nAnd soul knows itself. And even then<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere is no end.<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSilence is all<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t1<\/b><\/p>\n

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\nSilence is all, say the sages.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSilence watches the work of the ages;<\/p>\n

\nIn the book of Silence the cosmic Scribe has written his cosmic pages:<\/p>\n

\nSilence is all, say the sages.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t2<\/b><\/p>\n

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\nWhat then of the word, O speaker?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhat then of the thought, O thinker?<\/p>\n

\nThought is the wine of the soul and the word is the beaker;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife is the banquet-table as the soul of the sage is the drinker.<\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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\n <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhat of the wine, O mortal?<\/p>\n

\nI am drunk with the wine as I sit at Wisdom’s portal,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWaiting for the Light beyond thought and the Word immortal.<\/p>\n

\nLong I sit in vain at Wisdom’s portal.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tHow shalt thou know the Word when it comes, O seeker?<\/p>\n

\nHow shalt thou know the Light when it breaks, O witness?<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI shall hear the voice of the God within me and grow wiser and
\nmeeker;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI shall be the tree that takes in the light as its food, I shall drink
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