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OLGN 5 Crowley Poems

OLGN 5 Crowley Poems

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The Poems of Aleister CrowleyUncensored
(Including LEAH SUBLIME)
BasiliscOccult Literature & Gothic novelsNo. 5
Benjamin Adamah
 A Birthday Adela An Oath Arhan At Sea Athor and Asar Au Bal Ave AdonaiBoo to BuddhaColophonDionysusDumbHappy DustHymn to LuciferHymn to PanIndependenceLa GitanaLeah SublimeLinoz IsidozLogosLong OddsLyric of Love to LeahThe LadderThe InterpreterThe HermitThe Hawk and the BabeThe Garden of JanusThe Four WindsThe DisciplesThe BuddhistThe AtheistThanatos BasileosPrologue to Rodin in RimePowerPan to ArtemisOptimistOn - On - PoetThe Mantra-YogaThe NeophyteThe PentagramThe Priestess of PanormitaThe QuestThe Rose and the CrossThe TentThe TitanicThe TwinsUt
 A Birthday
 Aug. 10, 1911)Full moon to-night; and six and twenty yearsSince 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 our firmamentOf supreme silence and unbarred extent,Wherein one sacrament was ours, one Lord,One resurrection, one recurrent chord,One incarnation, one descending dove, All these being one, and that one being Love! You sent your spirit into tunes; my soul Yearned in a thousand melodies to enscrollIts happiness: I left no flower unpluckedThat might have graced your garland. I inductTragedy, comedy, farce, fable, song,Each longing a little, each a little long,But each aspiring only to express Your excellence and my unworthiness ---Nay! but my worthiness, since I was sense And spirit too of that same excellence.So thus we solved the earth's revolving riddle:I could write verse, and you could play the fiddle,While, as for love, the sun went through the signs, And not a star but told him how love twines A wreath for every decanate, degree,Minute and second, linked eternallyIn chains of flowers that never fading are,Each one as sempiternal as a star.

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