- In rose with petals soft as air
I bind for you the tides and fire-
the death that lives within the flower,
oh gladly, love, for you I bear!
-Kathleen Rain from "Envoi"
- Will his name be Love
And all his talk be crazy?
Or will his name be Death
And his message easy?
-Louis MacNeice from "Prognosis"
- Jackal, we sniff after the survivors of caravans,
We reap bloody crops on war fields.
No meat of any corpse deprives our lean bellies.
Hunger drives us on scented winds.
Stranger, traveler,
peer into our eyes and translate
the horrible barking of ancient dogs
-Jim Morrison
- There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou-thou art Being and Breath,
And what thou art may never be destroyed.
-Emily Bronte "Last Lines"
- Would she would make of me a saint,
Or I of her a sinner.
-William Congreve from "Pious Selinda"
- ....But dying is a pleasure,
When living is a pain.
-John Dryden from "Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor"
- Ask me no more where those stars light
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixed become as in their sphere.
Thomas Carew from "Song"
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- The Cause of Sorrow is the desire of the One to the
Many, or of the Many to the One. This also is the
Cause of Joy.
But the desire of one to another is all of sorrow; its
birth is hunger, and its death satiety.
The desire of the moth for the star at least saves him
satiety....
...Be thou more greedy than the shark, more full of
yearning than the wind among the pines.
The weary pilgrim struggles on; the satiated pilgrim
stops.
-Aliester Crowley from "The Book of Lies"
- He who bends to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise
-William Blake "Eternity"
- Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart.
-W.B. Yeats from "Easter 1916"
- I slept with Faith, and found a corpse in my
arms on awaking; I drank and danced all night
with Doubt, and found her a virgin in the morning.
-Aleister Crowley "Chinese Music"
- Yes! In the sea of life enisled,
With echoing straits between us thrown,
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone.
Mathew Arnold "To Marguerite"
- Then let wrath remove;
Love will do the deed;
............For with love
Stony hearts will bleed.
-George Herbert "Discipline"
- If the doors of perception were cleansed every
thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all
things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
Jacob Boehme from "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" |
