Did he lie? did he laugh? does he know it,
now he lies out of reach, out of breath,
your prophet, your preacher, your poet,
Sin’s child by incestuous Death —
Algernon Charles Swinburne, Dolores
08 Sunday Jan 2017
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Did he lie? did he laugh? does he know it,
now he lies out of reach, out of breath,
your prophet, your preacher, your poet,
Sin’s child by incestuous Death —
Algernon Charles Swinburne, Dolores
04 Wednesday Jan 2017
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What remains,
O mystic and sombre Dolores,
Our Lady of Pain? …
My lips full of lust and of laughter,
Curled snakes that are fed from my breast,
Bite hard, lest remembrance come after
And press with new lips where you pressed.
For my heart too springs up at the pressure,
Mine eyelids too moisten and burn;
Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure,
Ere pain come in turn …
[Then] we shall know what the darkness discovers,
If the grave-pit be shallow or deep;
And our fathers of old, and our dead lovers,
We shall know if they sleep not or sleep.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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By the ravenous teeth that have smitten
Through the kisses that blossom and bud,
By the lips intertwisted and bitten
Till the foam has a savour of blood,
By the pulse as it rises and falters,
By the hands as they slacken and strain,
I adjure thee, respond from thine altars,
Our Lady of Pain.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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Though the kisses are bloody,
Though they sting till it shudder and smart.