A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947)
So it is eighteen years,
Helena, since we met!
A season so endears,
Nor you nor I forget
The fresh young faces that once clove
In that most fiery dawn of love.
We wandered to and fro,
Who knew not how to woo,
Those eighteen years ago,
Sweetheart, when I and you
Exchanged high vows in heaven’s sight
That scarce survived a summer’s night.
What scourge smote from the stars
What madness from the moon?
That night we broke the bars
Was quintessential June,
When you and I beneath the trees
Bartered our bold virginities.
Eighteen -years, months, or hours?
Time is a tyrant’s toy!
Eternal are the flowers!
We are but girl and boy
Yet -since love leapt as swift to-night
As it had never left the light!
For fiercer from the South
Still flames your cruel hair,
And Trojan Helen’s mouth
Still not so ripe and rare
As Helena’s -nor love nor youth
So leaps with lust or thrills with truth.
Helena, still we hold
Flesh firmer, still we mix
Black hair with hair as gold.
Life has but served to fix
Our hearts; love lingers on the tongue,
And who loves once is always young.
The stars are still the same;
The changeful moon endures;
Come without fear or shame,
And draw my mouth to yours!
Youth fails, however flesh be fain;
Manhood and womanhood attain.
Life is a string of pearls,
And you the first I strung.
You left -first flower of girls! –
Life lyric on my tongue,
An indefatigable dance,
An inexhaustible romance!
Blush of love’s dawn, bright bud
That bloomed for my delight,
First blossom of my blood,
Burn in that blood to-night!
Helena, Helena, fiercely fresh,
Your flesh flies fervent to my flesh.
What sage can dare impugn
Man’s immortality?
Our godhead swims, immune
From death and destiny.
Ignored the bubble in the flow
Of love eighteen short years ago!
Time -I embrace all time
As my arm rings your waist.
Space -you surpass, sublime,
As, taking me, we taste
Omnipotence, sense slaying sense,
Soul slaying soul, omniscience.
A few random poems:
- The Withdrawal by Robert Lowell
- Verses Printed By Himself On A Flood At Olney by William Cowper
- Mirage by Neelam Sinha
- come, sun rays by Raj Arumugam
- Man In Black by Sylvia Plath
- Алишер Навои – То не заросли тюльпанов
- A Song About Myself poem – John Keats poems
- Ольга Берггольц – Пахнет соснами, гарью, тленьем
- Visiting a Dead Man on a Summer Day by Marge Piercy
- Magi by Sylvia Plath
- Pharaohs, Protests and Public by Sunil Sharma
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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
- Владимир Британишский – Карьеры лицеистов
- Владимир Британишский – Калмыцкое побережье Каспия
- Владимир Британишский – Как турмалин, что субстанцию сланца
- Владимир Британишский – Как из конного двора
- Владимир Британишский – Из рассказов отца
- Владимир Британишский – Иван Долгорукой
- Владимир Британишский – Итальянское путешествие
- Владимир Британишский – История, поколобродив тут
- Владимир Британишский – Историк и источник
- Владимир Британишский – Иона
- Владимир Британишский – Инициалы: Д.Я
- Владимир Британишский – И у нас однако ж был Лицей
- Владимир Британишский – Греч: Встреча с Батюшковым
- Владимир Британишский – Горы, горы – горизонты
- Владимир Британишский – Горный институт
- Владимир Британишский – Глухарь
- Владимир Британишский – Гердер в Риге
- Владимир Британишский – Геометрия
- Владимир Британишский – Философы! Не верьте островам
- Владимир Британишский – Фет в кирасирском полку
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