A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947)
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the
glance
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms
dance
With the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, and with
the bloom
Of the wind’s cheek as it clusters from the hidden valley’s
gloom :
Then I walk in woodland spaces, musing on the solemn
ways
Of the immemorial places shut behind the starry rays
Of the East and all its splendour, of the West and all its peace;
And the stubborn lights grow tender, and the hard sounds
hush and cease.
In the wheel of heaven revolving, mysteries of death and
birth,
In the wonb of time dissolving, shape anew a heaven and
earth
Ever changing, ever growing, ever dwindling, ever dear,
Ever worth the passion glowing to distil a doubtful tear.
These are with me, these are of me, these approve me,
these obey,
Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the
night and day.
These are real, these illusion : I am of them, false or frail,
True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirit’s shadow-veil,
Till the knowledge -Lotus flowering hides the world
beneath its stem;
Neither I, nor nor God life-showering, find a counterpart in
them.
As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance in fear,
Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to disappear,
Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing bud
dissever :
Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are nothingness
for ever.
In the blessed, the enlightened, perfect eyes these visions
pass,
Pass and cease, poor shadows frightened,
leave no stain
upon the glass.
One last stroke, O heart- free master, one last certain
calm of will,
And the maker of Disaster shall be strcken and grow
still.
Burn thou to the core of matter, to the spirit’s utmost
flame,
Consciousness and sense to shatter, ruin sight and form
and name!
Shatter, lake-reflected spectre; lake, rise up in mist to
sun;
Sun, dissolve in showers of nectar, and the Master’s
work is done.
Nectar perfume gently stealing, masterful and sweet and
strong,
Cleanse the world with light of healing in the ancient
House of Wrong !
Free a million mortals on the wheel og being
tossed !
Open wide the mystic portals, and be altogether lost!
At Akyab.
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Berenda Slough by Philip Levine
- Drink To Her by Thomas Moore
- America
- Carol of Words. by Walt Whitman
- Little Clock by T. Wignesan
- Making The Lion For All It’s Got — A Ballad poem – Allen Ginsberg
- Олег Григорьев – Комары
- I Saw a Chapel by William Blake
- Happy Teacher’s Day by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- A Cross-Road Epitaph poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- All Hail To The Czar! poem – Alfred Austin
- The Mower Against Gardens poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- World Below the Brine, The. by Walt Whitman
- When I Met My Muse by William Stafford
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Muse poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Morpheus poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Lyric written in 1830 poem – Alexander Pushkin
- I’ve Lived To See Desire Vanish poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Impromtu On Ogareva poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Imitation poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Friendship poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Don’t Ask Me Why poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Devils poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Day’s Rain Is Done poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Confession (to Alina Osipova, 1826) poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Bound for your distant home poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Boris Godunov poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Arion poem – Alexander Pushkin
- An Invocation poem – Alexander Pushkin
- An Elegy poem – Alexander Pushkin
- A Little Bird poem – Alexander Pushkin
- A Winter Evening poem – Alexander Pushkin
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