A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947)
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 !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Coem with Apollo in bridal dress
(Spheperdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount !
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantoness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain -come over the sea,
(Io Pan ! Io Pan !)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man ! my man !
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill !
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring !
Come with flute and come with pipe !
Am I not ripe ?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-
Come, O come !
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All devourer, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye
And the token erect of thorny thigh
And the word of madness and mystery,
O pan ! Io Pan !
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan ! Io Pan !
Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan !
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end.
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !
A few random poems:
- The Peacock by William Butler Yeats
- Стефан Малларме – Записка Уистлеру
- Hart-Leap Well by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Маяковский – Про пешеходов и разинь, вонзивших глазки небу в синь
- Зинаида Александрова – Прятки
- Ок Мельникова – 3. 45 a. m
- As I lay with Head in your Lap, Camerado. by Walt Whitman
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Утренние песни
- Cupid’s Reign Of Terror (March 2012) by Stevens Cadet
- Casualty by Winifred Mary Letts
- A Blockhead poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: I’m O’er Young To Marry Yet:
- Alameda by Paul Blackburn
- Soulmating by Mike Yuan
- Наум Коржавин – Как ты мне изменяла
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
- Yarrow Revisited by William Wordsworth
- Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- Written Upon A Blank Leaf In “The Complete Angler.” by William Wordsworth
- Written In Very Early Youth by William Wordsworth
- Written in March by William Wordsworth
- Written in London. September, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Written In Germany On One Of The Coldest Days Of The Century by William Wordsworth
- Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson’s Ossian by William Wordsworth
- With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh by William Wordsworth
- With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb’st the Sky by William Wordsworth
- Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight by William Wordsworth
- Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? by William Wordsworth
- When To The Attractions Of The Busy World by William Wordsworth
- “When I Have Borne In Memory” by William Wordsworth
- Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind by William Wordsworth
- Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere by William Wordsworth
- Waldenses by William Wordsworth
- View From The Top Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- Vernal Ode by William Wordsworth
- Vaudracour And Julia by William Wordsworth
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
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Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
