Стихотворения

My scarlet leaves them white as wool
Through me they purge a bellyful.
To sister mummers one and all
I act as vicar-general
And for each maiden, shy and nervous,
I do a similar kind service.
For I detect without surprise
That shadowy beauty in her eyes,
The 'dare not' of sweet maidenhood
That answers my corruptive would'.
Whenever publicly we meet
She never seems to think of it;
At night when close in bed she lies
And feels my hand between her thighs
My little love in light attire
Knows the soft flame that is desire.
But Mammon places under ban
The uses of Leviathan
And that high spirit ever wars
On Mammon's countless servitors
Nor can they ever be exempt
From his taxation of contempt.
So distantly I turn to view
The shamblings of that motley crew,
Those souls that hate the strength that mine has
Steeled in the school of old Aquinas.
Where they have crouched and crawled and prayed
I stand the self-doomed, unafraid,
Unfellowed, friendless and alone,
Indifferent as the herring-bone,
Firm as the mountain-ridges where

I flash my antlers on the air.
Let them continue as is meet
To adequate the balance-sheet.
Though they may labour to the grave
My spirit shall they never have
Nor make my soul with theirs at one
Till the Mahamanvantara be done:
And though they spurn me from their door
My soul shall spurn them evermore.

(August 1904)

СВЯТАЯ МИССИЯ

Я — катарсис. Я — очищенье.
Сие — мое предназначенье.
Я не магическая призма,
Но очистительная клизма.
Оцените ль, друзья, поймете ль,
Как мил мне древний Аристотель?
Я проституток и кутил
Перипатетике учил.
Мой образ мыслей не обычен,
А крайне перипатетичен,
Но толковать меня не надо.
Сам изложу свои я взгляды.
Итак, любому, полагаю,
Стремись он к аду или раю,
Для посрамленья сатаны
Мы отпустить грехи должны.
Несчастным людям волю дайте!
Ведь даже сам великий Данте
С соизволенья римских пап
Порой был в ереси неслаб.
Так ныне разве нас обидит
Тот, кто с изнанки мир увидит?
Давно проторенным путем
Мы вряд ли далеко уйдем.
Меня, однако, не мешайте