A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947)
Jupiter Mars P Moon
VENEZIA, “May” 19″th”, 1910.
Jupiter’s foursquare blaze of gold and blue
Rides on the moon, a lilac conch of pearl,
As if the dread god, charioted anew
Came conquering, his amazing disk awhirl
To war down all the stars. I see him through
The hair of this mine own Italian girl,
Adela
That bends her face on mine in the gondola!
There is scarce a breath of wind on the lagoon.
Life is absorbed in its beatitude,
A meditative mage beneath the moon
Ah! should we come, a delicate interlude,
To Campo Santo that, this night of June,
Heals for awhile the immitigable feud?
Adela!
Your breath ruffles my soul in the gondola!
Through maze on maze of silent waterways,
Guarded by lightless sentinel palaces,
We glide; the soft plash of the oar, that sways
Our life, like love does, laps — no softer seas
Swoon in the bosom of Pacific bays!
We are in tune with the infinite ecstasies,
Adela!
Sway with me, sway with me in the gondola!
They hold us in, these tangled sepulchres
That guard such ghostly life. They tower above
Our passage like the cliffs of death. There stirs
No angel from the pinnacles thereof.
All broods, all breeds. But immanent as Hers
That reigns is this most silent crown of love
Adela
That broods on me, and is I, in the gondola.
They twist, they twine, these white and black canals,
Now stark with lamplight, now a reach of Styx.
Even as out love; raging wild animals
Suddenly hoisted on the crucifix
To radiate seraphic coronals,
Flowers, flowers; O let our light and darkness mix,
Adela,
Goddess and beast with me in the gondola!
Come! though your hair be a cascade of fire,
Your lips twin snakes, your tongue the lightning flash,
Your teeth God’s grip on life, your face His lyre,
Your eyes His stars; come, let our Venus lash
Our bodies with the whips of Her desire.
Your bed’s the world, your body the world-ash,
Adela!
Shall I give the word to the man of the gondola?
A few random poems:
- Николай Глазков – Почему я отказался от самолёта
- Владимир Высоцкий – Все ушли на фронт
- In January by Ted Kooser
- Николай Гумилев – За гробом
- The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky by Vachel Lindsay
- In her reach by Shailendra Chauhan
- Universal Prayer poem – Alexander Pope
- Did Shakespeare write his own plays and poems?
- Владимир Маяковский – Старый мотив (РОСТА №137)
- Омар Хайям – День прошел, и о нем позабудь поскорей
- Николай Гумилев – Маскарад
- Владимир Маяковский – Универсальный ответ
- Face Lift by Sylvia Plath
- Felo de Se poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- I See so Deeply Within Myself by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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Poems in English
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- Playthings by Rabindranath Tagore
- Patience by Rabindranath Tagore
- Passing Breeze by Rabindranath Tagore
- Parting Words by Rabindranath Tagore
- Paper Boats by Rabindranath Tagore
- Only Thee by Rabindranath Tagore
- On the Seashore by Rabindranath Tagore
- Old And New by Rabindranath Tagore
- Ocean of Forms by Rabindranath Tagore
- O Fool by Rabindranath Tagore
- My Song by Rabindranath Tagore
- My Friend by Rabindranath Tagore
- Moment’s Indulgence by Rabindranath Tagore
- Maya by Rabindranath Tagore
- Lover’s Gifts XXXIX: There Is a Looker-On by Rabindranath Tagore
- Lover’s Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt by Rabindranath Tagore
- Lover’s Gifts XXII: I Shall Gladly Suffer by Rabindranath Tagore
- Lover’s Gifts XVIII: Your Days by Rabindranath Tagore
- Lover’s Gifts XVI: She Dwelt Here by the Pool by Rabindranath Tagore
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