Aleister Crowley Poems on Sense & Perception (10 Poems)

The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)

[Dedicated to General J.C.F. Fuller] Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew Where its ray fell light as dew Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders … Continue reading →

The Neophyte (Aleister Crowley Poem)

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 prayer, and then – what bitter fight Flames at the end beyond the darkling goal? … Continue reading →

The Quest (Aleister Crowley Poem)

A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: The silence of deep height was drawn A veil across the silver dawn On holy wings that hovered. The music … Continue reading →

The Rose and the Cross (Aleister Crowley Poem)

Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered from my tongue, And where I chained strange archipelagoes Of fallen stars; where fiery passion flows A curious bitumen; where … Continue reading →

The Four Winds (Aleister Crowley Poem)

The South wind said to the palms: My lovers sing me psalms; But are they as warm as those That Laylah’s lover knows? The North wind said to the firs: I have my worshippers; But are they as keen as … Continue reading →

The Atheist (Aleister Crowley Poem)

Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, the wine the drawer of the wine, And Him that planted first the grape- o podex, in thy vault there … Continue reading →

Long Odds (Aleister Crowley Poem)

How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities afar Beneath the threshold of the Infinite. How is it that will all that space to roam I should have … Continue reading →

Hymn to Lucifer (Aleister Crowley Poem)

Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable machine, exact He paces an inane and pointless path To glut brute appetites, his sole content How tedious were he … Continue reading →

Boo to Buddha (Aleister Crowley Poem)

So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh young faces that once clove In that most fiery dawn of love. We wandered to and fro, Who knew not … Continue reading →

A Birthday (Aleister Crowley Poem)

“Aug.” 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! A year of infinite love unwearying — No circling seasons, but perennial spring! A year of triumph trampling through defeat, … Continue reading →