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Оглавление1 My God, how I love Thee!
2 With the vehement appetite of a beast I hunt Thee through the Universe.
3 Thou art standing as it were upon a pinnacle at the edge of some fortified city. I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee.
4 Thou art My Lover: I see Thee as a nymph with her white limbs stretched by the spring.
5 She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she:
6 Art Thou not Pan?
7 I am He. Speak not, O my God! Let the work be accomplished in silence.
8 Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest!
9 Thou art a centaur, O my God, from the violet-blossoms that crown Thee to the hoofs of the horse.
10 Thou art harder than tempered steel; there is no diamond beside Thee.
11 Did I not yield this body and soul?
12 I woo thee with a dagger drawn across my throat.
13 Let the spout of blood quench Thy blood-thirst, O my God!
14 Thou art a little white rabbit in the burrow Night.
15 I am greater than the fox and the hole.
16 Give me Thy kisses, O Lord God!
17 The lightning came and licked up the little flock of sheep.
18 There is a tongue and a flame; I see that trident walking over the sea.
19 A phoenix hath it for its head; below are two prongs. They spear the wicked.
20 I will spear Thee, O Thou little grey god, unless Thou beware!
21 From the grey to the gold; from the gold to that which is beyond the gold of Ophir.
22 My God! but I love Thee!
23 Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? Wast Thou afraid, O goat-hoofed One, O horned One, O pillar of lightning?
24 From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing.
25 I based all on one, one on naught.
26 Afloat in the aether, O my God, my God!
27 O Thou great hooded sun of glory, cut off these eyelids!
28 Nature shall die out; she hideth me, closing mine eyelids with fear, she hideth me from My destruction, O Thou open eye.
29 O ever-weeping One!
30 Not Isis my mother, nor Osiris my self; but the incestuous Horus given over to Typhon, so may I be!
31 There thought; and thought is evil.
32 Pan! Pan! Io Pan! it is enough.
33 Fall not into death, O my soul! Think that death is the bed into which you are falling!
34 O how I love Thee, O my God! Especially is there a vehement parallel light from infinity, vilely diffracted in the haze of this mind.
35 I love Thee. I love Thee. I love Thee.
36 Thou art a beautiful thing whiter than a woman in the column of this vibration.
37 I shoot up vertically like an arrow, and become that Above.
38 But it is death, and the flame of the pyre.
39 Ascend in the flame of the pyre, O my soul! Thy God is like the cold emptiness of the utmost heaven, into which thou radiatest thy little light.
40 When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N. O. X.
41 What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee?
42 A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave!
43 But Oh! I love Thee.
44 I have thrown a million flowers from the basket of the Beyond at Thy feet, I have anointed Thee and Thy Staff with oil and blood and kisses.
45 I have kindled Thy marble into life - ay! into death.
46 I have been smitten with the reek of Thy mouth, that drinketh never wine but life.
47 How the dew of the Universe whitens the lips!
48 Ah! trickling flow of the stars of the mother Supernal, begone!
49 I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men.
50 I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God.
51 Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure - Now! Now! Now!
52 Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee.
53 O my God, spare me!
54 Now! It is done! Death.
55 I cried aloud the word - and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound.
