A.E.M. Baumann

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Epigraphs

 

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

      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

            61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68

            69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76

            77   78   79   80   81   82   83

 

And the Light Falls, Remir

      Mystery

      Arcanum

      Alchemy

      The Occult

      Love

      Art

      Grace

 

Notes

      Translations

      Table of Fragments

      An Incomplete Bibliography

 

 


 

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vi

Art

(Theseus)

O Glorious Stroke! O victorious moment!

O bloody, slaughterous mayhem só arduously

Wrought! Hail, valorous creature! Hail, valiant

Hero! To the last splinter of my will, to the last fading

Ember of my strength did you préss me. Nót tíl the final,

Cleaving blow did my éyes meet with éven the faintest

Glimmer of triumph. Í praise you, offspring of god,

Of nature, ánd of woman! My silver-tongued sword

Falls from my weary hand, humbled by the metal of your being.

Áll breath has been torn from my chest. You have múrdered my évery

Spark of life but one; and thát spark cries

Oút your rightly revered name; for thís brilliant

Hour was an awesome hour indeed; and the illustrious works

Hére concluded will rise oút of these tangled passages

To stroke the supple throats of the muses. Sing, honey-

Mouthed maidens, of the divinely urged passions that grappled

Hére, in this twisting arena, amidst thunder strikes and on trembling

Earth. Gíve voice to this inspirited scene, marred

Only by the gnat buzzing aboút my ear, whispering,

Whispering; and a troubling silence beyond.

But éver whát

Crowds béar witness to a tongue clamped to a dry

Palate, or a heart willed beating? Nó óther