Aleister Crowley

TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY

Maid miraculously male,Rapture of thine own excessBlushing through the velvet veilWhere the olive cheeks aglowShadow-soften into snow,Breasts like Bacchanals afloatUnder the proudly phallic throat!Be thou to my pilgrimageLight, and laughter sweet and sage,Till the darkling day expireOf my life in thy caress,Thou my frenzy and my fire,Lamp of living loveliness!Thou the ruler of the rodThat…

‘Aug.’ 10, 1911.

Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres!A year of infinite love unwearying —No circling seasons, but perennial spring!A year of triumph trampling through defeat,The first made holy and the last made sweetBy this same love; a year of wealth and woe,Joy, poverty, health, sickness — all one glowIn the pure light that filled…

At Bordj-An-Nus

El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own!O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent isThat poises head and hood, and makes his body tremble to the droneOf tom-tom and of cymbal wooed by love’s assassin sorceries!El Arabi! El Arabi!The moon is down; we are alone;May not our mouths meet, madden, mix, melt…

Uncharmable charmer

In the sounding reboundingAbyss of the stars!O virgin in armour,Thine arrows unslingIn the brilliant resilientFirst rays of the spring!By the force of the fashionOf love, when I brokeThrough the shroud, through the cloud,Through the storm, through the smoke,To the mountain of passionVolcanic that woke —By the rage of the mageI invoke, I invoke!By the midnight…

To Kathleen-

The simple truth of me that is yours.Is not the music mingled with the formWhen all the heavens break in blind black storm?Are we not veiled as Gods, and cruel as they,Smiting our brilliance on the shuddering clay?Silence and darkness cover us, confirmOur splendour to its unappointed term:For all the men homunculi that danceAround us…

When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the

Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossomsdanceWith the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, and withthe bloomOf the wind’s cheek as it clusters from the hidden valley’sgloom :Then I walk in woodland spaces, musing on the solemnwaysOf the immemorial places shut behind the starry raysOf the East and all its splendour,…