Share via Share via... Twitter Facebook Pinterest WhatsAppRecent ChangesSend via e-MailPrintPermalink × KISSED Hermetic Library Ministry of Information Download as wallpaper for Tablet “So, my kissed snowdrop, you took its white blossom Tenderly into your hand, Kissed it three times, wear it yet in your bosom— I understand.” — Aleister Crowley, A Valentine “For night is here, a dragon, to devour The slow sweet hour Filled with all smoke of incense, and the praise More loud than day’s That swings its barren censer in the sky And asks to die Because the sea will hear no hollow moan Beyond its own, Because the sea that kissed dead Sappho sings Of strange dark things —” — Aleister Crowley, The Five Kisses “Her eyes were keen and horrible and cold, Her bronze loins girdled with the sacred gold; Her lips were large, and from afar how sweet! How fierce and purple for a kiss to hold!” — Aleister Crowley, The Honourable Adulterers “IN middle music of Apollo’s corn She stood, the reaper, challenging a kiss; The lips of her were fresher than the morn, The perfume of her skin was ambergris; The sun had kissed her body into brown; Ripe breasts thrown forward to the summer breeze; Warm tints of red lead fancy to the crown, Her coils of chestnut, in abundant ease, That bound the stately head. What joy of youth Lifted her nostril to respire the wind? What pride of being? What triumphal truth Acclaimed her queen to her imperial mind?” — Aleister Crowley, The Reaper “So with meet words of gratitude the dame That rules our lives withdrew, triumphant flame Kindling in her bright eyes and sunwarmed hair, Burning in dawny cheeks as the fresh air Kissed, cleansing them from that infested den Of obscene deities and apish men, Rivalling their gods in petty filthiness.” — Aleister Crowley, The Tale of Archais “Over the desert ocean of distress We reach pale eager hands that quiver and bleed With life of these our hearts that surge and stress In agony of the meditated deed. For in the little coppice by the gate Wherein I drew you shy and sly, and kissed Your lips, your hushed ‘I love you’ smooth and straight Sweeping to wrap us in the glittering mist Of hell that holds us—even there I heard The lacerating laugh of fate ring out, The dog-faced god pronounce the mantic word, And saw the avengers gather round about Our love. The Moirae neither break nor bend; The Erinyes hunt us to—no happy end.” — Aleister Crowley, The Augur “Few are thy sons, but as fierce as dawn, Rapturous moments and weary days, Nights when thine image a thousand ways Is smitten and kissed on the fiery lawn Where the wash of the waves of thy native bays Laps weary limbs, that of thee have drawn Laughter and fire for their souls in pawn.” — Aleister Crowley, Ode to Venus Callipyge Search the Hermetic Library Search for “Kissed” at the library Previous | Top | Index | Next Last modified: 2017/12/11 23:43by John Bell