Aleister Crowley Poems on Spring (9 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 Mantra-Yoga (Aleister Crowley Poem)

I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? That long sad monotone – the same – the same – Matching the mute insatiable sea That throbs with life’s … Continue reading →

Pan to Artemis (Aleister Crowley Poem)

Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars In the sounding rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! By the force of the fashion Of love, when I … 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 →

Hymn to Pan (Aleister Crowley Poem)

Thrill with 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 Sicily and from Arcady … Continue reading →

Independence (Aleister Crowley Poem)

Come to my arms — is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams in full song? Do the woods whisper hush Is it the nightingale? Is it the thrush? Is it the smile … Continue reading →

Happy Dust (Aleister Crowley Poem)

For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, the abode of ineffable things, Quintessence of joy and of strength, that, abolishing future and past, Mak’st the Present an … 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 →