Author: Aleister Crowley

Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, When rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, […]

As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of […]

AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT [Dedicated to George Cecil Jones] At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered […]

Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are […]

Come to my arms – is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams […]

El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That […]

Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of […]

When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the Glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms […]

Only the stars endome the lonely camp, Only the desert leagues encompass it; Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled […]

Forth flashed the serpent streak of steel, Consummate crown of man’s device; Down crashed upon an immobile And brainless barrier […]

[Dedicated to George Raffalovich] In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial Birth, Man mastered the […]

Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man! My man! Come careering out of the night Of Pan! Io […]

[Dedicated to G. M. Marston] Pale as the night that pales In the dawn’s pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, […]

Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, […]

The serpent dips his head beneath the sea His mother, source of all his energy Eternal, thence to draw the […]

[Dedicated to Raymond Radclyffe] I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See, […]

To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is […]

For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, […]

Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! […]

Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered […]