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:
- A Poet’s Welcome to his Love-Begotten Daughter by Robert Burns
- Verbal Calisthenics by Sylvia Plath
- Ode On Indolence poem – John Keats poems
- Mother Earth; Her Beauty And Her Destruction by TMBedell
- Robert Burns: Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway:
- Jubal and Tubal Cain by Rudyard Kipling
- My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer by Mark Strand
- Since There Is No Escape by Sara Teasdale
- Николай Карамзин – Часто здесь в юдоли мрачной
- English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Hark! A Voice Divides the Sky. Чарльз Уэсли.
- The Future Verdict
- Омар Хайям – День каждый услаждай вином
- The Dug-Out by Siegfried Sassoon
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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 Маяковский – Дела вузные, хорошие и конфузные
- Владимир Маяковский – Декрет о взаимопомощи инвентарем (Главполитпросвет № 101)
- Владимир Маяковский – Декрет о натуральном налоге на хлеб, картофель и масличные семена
- Владимир Маяковский – Давайте и получите (РОСТА №495)
- Владимир Маяковский – Даешь тухлые яйца
- Владимир Маяковский – Даешь материальную базу
- Владимир Маяковский – Даешь автомобиль
- Владимир Маяковский – Дачный случай
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствуют недели помощи по всей республике (Главполитпросвет №353)
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствует неделя ремонта! (РОСТА № 294)
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствует III интернационал! (РОСТА № 140)
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствует 5-й год советской власти, утвердившейся в октябре! (Главполитпросвет №397)
- Владимир Маяковский – Да или нет
- Владимир Маяковский – Чугунные штаны
- Владимир Маяковский – Чудеса
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб жизнь трудовую наладить заново
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб с голодом справиться и с разрухой-дурой (Главполитпросвет)
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб нас не заела разруха зубами голодных годов… (Главполитпросвет №7)
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб из недели “Заботы о достоянии” толку выйти, вот так, товарищи, агитацию ведите (Главполитпросвет №374)
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб голод нас не передушил к лету… (Главполитпросвет №160)
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