[Fragment 46]

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

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      The Garden of Venus

            31

      The Incantations of Isis and
      Osiris

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      Imago Dei

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      The Seven Dreams of Paris

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      The Axiom of Maria
      Prophetissa

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I dreamt

And she, third of three, darkest skinned,

draped in diaphanes of warm moonlight

(silver seafoam dissolving)

through colloidal vision,

lifted a figured brocade, quietly,

away from self-content and sleeping nakedness.

“I will give you the moon herself;

and within her the six planets

in their supernal harmonies,

and the six spirits of the metals,

pure and unalloyed.”

I have taken in my trials

to spreading myself naked upon the floor,

devoutly still and rapt, though impenitently supine.

I count myself – – one; and venture out upon that truth to the imbreachable wall and rusticate door, undemanding if morbidly adorned with bull’s skulls in stone and men’s of bone; a cisterned and flame-swept atrium, proportioned in its making to the passing of the sun.

Beneath an apple tree she came to you

To wet your lips with the moisture of the moon;

To unfold for you the corpus arcanum,

Geomantic codex, irreadable exemplum,

By which you’d know by body and by soul

The passage in and the fiery passage through.