A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947)
There never was a face as fair as yours,
A heart as true, a love as pure and keen.
These things endure, if anything endures.
But, in this jungle, what high heaven immures
Us in its silence, the supreme serene
Crowning the dagoba, what destined die
Rings on the table, what resistless dart
Strike me I love you; can you satisfy
The hunger of my heart!
Nay; not in love, or faith, or hope is hidden
The drug that heals my life; I know too well
How all things lawful, and all things forbidden
Alike disclose no pearl upon the midden,
Offer no key to unlock the gate of Hell.
There is no escape from the eternal round,
No hope in love, or victory, or art.
There is no plumb-line long enough to sound
The abysses of my heart!
There no dawn breaks; no sunlight penetrates
Its blackness; no moon shines, nor any star.
For its own horror of itself creates
Malignant fate from all benignant fates,
Of its own spite drives its own angel afar.
Nay; this is the great import of the curse
That the whole world is sick, and not a part.
Conterminous with its own universe
the horror of my heart!
ANANDA VIJJA.
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
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Poems in English
- The Eve Of St. Agnes poem – John Keats poems
- The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone poem – John Keats poems
- Stanzas poem – John Keats poems
- Song of the Indian Maid, from ‘Endymion’ poem – John Keats poems
- Robin Hood poem – John Keats poems
- On The Sea poem – John Keats poems
- On The Grasshopper And Cricket poem – John Keats poems
- On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again poem – John Keats poems
- On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time poem – John Keats poems
- On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour poem – John Keats poems
- On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer poem – John Keats poems
- On Fame poem – John Keats poems
- Ode To Psyche poem – John Keats poems
- Ode to Fanny poem – John Keats poems
- Ode To Autumn poem – John Keats poems
- Ode To A Nightingale poem – John Keats poems
- Ode On Melancholy poem – John Keats poems
- Ode On Indolence poem – John Keats poems
- Ode On A Grecian Urn poem – John Keats poems
- O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell poem – John Keats poems
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