The Buddhist (Aleister Crowley Poem)
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, Sea foam splashed against the rock, Not a single ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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