Satan, source of these longings, set me free
From orange sunshine, hell dust, ecstasy.
But no, don’t do that . . . give me more, my friend,
Paradise white and peace at rainbow’s end.
And let me as I lunch with Aunt Despair,
Have time to blow a stick or cork the air;
And on the razor’s edge, pushed on by pain,
Score with the golden girl or do Elaine.
O you who mock these words but never knew
Sweet Jesus or the Beast, I envy you—
And if, at wit’s end, you should ask me what
My message is, I’d answer THOU SHALT NOT.
Don’t ask me why I’m laughing sweet and low.
I’m Lucy in the sky with diamonds now.
Leave me, Léthyn, let me go—
Give me wings to fly again!
This is all you need to know:
Passion always ends in pain.
In the golden summer season
When the fruit on every tree
Offered its own secret poison
You, my Léthyn, came to me.
In the Gardens of Delight
Where the pleasure river ran,
There you taught me that the night
Was made for woman and for man.
Under swooning moons of magic,
There you wrapped my raven heart
In your smiles, my dark angelic
Other Self, my counterpart.
There you taught me love must die,
There I learnt the bitter truth
That love was built upon a lie
Of beauty, and the dreams of youth.
One day you’ll bear my ancient burden
And be the broken reed I am,
And I shall sleep in the Always Garden
Like a leaf on the Tree of Time.