Hail! passionate rebel, great anarch of Nazareth, slitter of masks, announcer of Self procreate from a self—
Halloo! Halloo! from me to thee.
Sombre in hate, clear-eyed, dawn-browed, a mock in thy soul,
A mock at psalter and sceptre and a sneer for the sickly old God in the temples of stone—
Hail! Cynic and Mocker of Nazareth: greeting from me to thee!
DE PROFUNDIS
My being’s at nadir,
I pass into my solstice,
I have touched of ITS garment, the black thing IT weaves on ITS sentient looms, ITS great blouse of black which encircles the world fold upon fold—
While we crawl in ITS creases and guess.
Sit I in the night of ITS sleeve,
Withering into eternities,
Bowed in ITS night, in ITS night!
ON A MARRIAGE
O thou sweet dweller in the White Temple,
Baby! Baby! as yet a lustful dream in two human hearts!
Already thy white robes are stained by a tiny red mark—
Thou art doomed to enter the lazarhouse.
Baby! Baby! I hear thee in the night weeping and wailing ’gainst thy birth:
For another marriage is made.