Fragment 43

A.E.M. Baumann

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The Knossian Oracles

      Περὶ Ποιητικῆς . . .

            1   2   3

      Daedalus in Tartarus

            4   5   6

      L'Origine, Salomé I

            7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15

            16   17

      L'Origine, Salomé II

            18   19   20   21   22   23   24

      The Night Sea Crossing

            25   26   27   28   29   30

      The Garden of Venus

            31

      The Incantations of Isis and
      Osiris

            32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39

      Imago Dei

            40   41   42   43   44   45   46

      The Seven Dreams of Paris

            47   48   49   50   51   52

      The Axiom of Maria
      Prophetissa

            53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60

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      Arcanum

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      The Occult

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      Grace

 

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The Queen of Heaven sang:

The horn of the moon hungers between my thighs

The high meadows of the moon lie neglected and untilled

Who will plow my vulva?

Who will plow my waiting meadows?

Who will till my dew-wet fields?

The king will plow your vulva

I, the Son of the Sun, will plow your vulva

The Queen of Heaven sang:

The brooding seas of my breasts swell with the tide

The rivers are heavy with fragrant rain

Who will plow my vulva?

Who will tend my rice fields and lotus?

Who will till my dew-wet meadows?

The king will plow your vulva

I, the King of the Wood, will plow your vulva

The Daughter of the Moon sang:

My voice lies in the valley an opaline fog

My whispers sink into the moss and the drawing loam

My breath is a crimson thread on a dark field

Who will still my lips?

Who will weight my eyes with twilight melodies?

Who will fill my palms with sapphire kisses?

I will lie down beside you

And jealously tend your sacred places