The Garden Of Janus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBDD A EFEFEGC AGHGHGIJ DKDKDLL D MNONO PQPQPRR STSTSUU VRVRVWW D XYXYXZZ A2VA2VA2B2C2 X X XVV D2 D2DD2E2E2 F2LF2LF2E2G2 F2 F2 F2VV V V V V V VVV G2VG2VG2XX V CC H2 H2 I2I2 VVVVV D2VD2VD2 VD2VD2V VZVZVJ2E2 CK2CK2D2VV V VC2VL2L2 M2 M2 N2N2 O2 O2 O2VV G G GVV O2O2| I | A |
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| The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam | B |
| The vault yet blazes with the sun | C |
| Writhing above the West brave hippodrome | B |
| Whose gladiators shock and shun | C |
| As the blue night devours them crested comb | B |
| Of sleep's dead sea | D |
| That eats the shores of life rings round eternity | D |
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| II | A |
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| So he is gone whose giant sword shed flame | E |
| Into my bowels my blood's bewitched | F |
| My brain's afloat with ecstasy of shame | E |
| That tearing pain is gone enriched | F |
| By his life spasm but he being gone the same | E |
| Myself is gone | G |
| Sucked by the dragon down below death's horizon | C |
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| III | A |
| I woke from this I lay upon the lawn | G |
| They had thrown roses on the moss | H |
| With all their thorns we came there at the dawn | G |
| My lord and I God sailed across | H |
| The sky in's galleon of amber drawn | G |
| By singing winds | I |
| While we wove garlands of the flowers of our minds | J |
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| IV | - |
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| All day my lover deigned to murder me | D |
| Linking his kisses in a chain | K |
| About my neck demon embroidery | D |
| Bruises like far ff mountains stain | K |
| The valley of my body of ivory | D |
| Then last came sleep | L |
| I wake and he is gone what should I do but weep | L |
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| V | D |
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| Nay for I wept enough more sacred tears | M |
| When first he pinned me gripped | N |
| My flesh and as a stallion that rears | O |
| Sprang hero thewed and satyr lipped | N |
| Crushed as a grape between his teeth my fears | O |
| Sucked out my life | - |
| And stamped me with the shame the monstrous word of | - |
| wife | - |
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| VI | - |
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| I will not weep nay I will follow him | P |
| Perchance he is not far | Q |
| Bathing his limbs in some delicious dim | P |
| Depth where the evening star | Q |
| May kiss his mouth or by the black sky's rim | P |
| He makes his prayer | R |
| To the great serpent that is coiled in rapture there | R |
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| VII | - |
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| I rose to seek him First my footsteps faint | S |
| Pressed the starred moss but soon | T |
| I wandered like some sweet sequestered saint | S |
| Into the wood my mind The moon | T |
| Was staggered by the trees with fierce constraint | S |
| Hardly one ray | U |
| Pierced to the ragged earth about their roots that lay | U |
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| VIII | - |
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| I wandered crying on my Lord I wandered | V |
| Eagerly seeking everywhere | R |
| The stories of life that on my lips he squandered | V |
| Grew into shrill cries of despair | R |
| Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered | V |
| Fled into space | W |
| Like to a demon king's was grown my maiden face | W |
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| XI | D |
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| At last I came unto the well my soul | X |
| In that still glass I saw no sign | Y |
| Of him and yet what visions there uproll | X |
| To cloud that mirror soul of mine | Y |
| Above my head there screams a flying scroll | X |
| Whose word burnt through | Z |
| My being as when stars drop in black disastrous dew | Z |
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| X | - |
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| For in that scroll was written how the globe | A2 |
| Of space became of how the light | V |
| Broke in that space and wrapped it in a robe | A2 |
| Of glory of how One most white | V |
| Withdrew that Whole and hid it in the lobe | A2 |
| Of his right Ear | B2 |
| So that the Universe one dewdrop did appear | C2 |
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| IX | - |
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| Yea and the end revealed a word a spell | X |
| An incantation a device | - |
| Whereby the Eye of the Most Terrible | X |
| Wakes from its wilderness of ice | - |
| To flame whereby the very core of hell | X |
| Bursts from its rind | V |
| Sweeping the world away into the blank of mind | V |
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| XII | - |
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| So then I saw my fault I plunged within | D2 |
| The well and brake the images | - |
| That I had made as I must make Men spin | D2 |
| The webs that snare them while the knee | D |
| Bend to the tyrant God or unto Sin | D2 |
| The lecher sunder | E2 |
| Ah came that undulant light from over or from under | E2 |
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| XIII | - |
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| It matters not Come change come Woe Come mask | F2 |
| Drive Light Life Love into the deep | L |
| In vain we labour at the loathsome task | F2 |
| Not knowing if we wake or sleep | L |
| But in the end we lift the plumed casque | F2 |
| Of the dead warrior | E2 |
| Find no chaste corpse therein but a soft smiling whore | G2 |
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| XIV | - |
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| Then I returned into myself and took | F2 |
| All in my arms God's universe | - |
| Crushed its black juice out while His anger shook | F2 |
| His dumbness pregnant with a curse | - |
| I made me ink and in a little book | F2 |
| I wrote one word | V |
| That God himself the adder of Thought had never heard | V |
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| XV | - |
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| It detonated Nature God mankind | V |
| Like sulphur nitre charcoal once | - |
| Blended in one annihilation blind | V |
| Were rent into a myriad of suns | - |
| Yea all the mighty fabric of a Mind | V |
| Stood in the abyss | - |
| Belching a Law for quot That quot more awful than for quot This quot | V |
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| XVI | - |
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| Vain was the toil So then I left the wood | V |
| And came unto the still black sea | - |
| That oily monster of beatitude | V |
| 'Hath quot Thee quot for quot Me quot and quot Me quot for quot Thee quot | V |
| There as I stood a mask of solitude | V |
| Hiding a face | - |
| Wried as a satyr's rolled that ocean into space | - |
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| XVII | - |
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| Then did I build an altar on the shore | G2 |
| Of oyster shells and ringed it round | V |
| With star fish Thither a green flame I bore | G2 |
| Of phosphor foam and strewed the ground | V |
| With dew drops children of my wand whose core | G2 |
| Was trembling steel | X |
| Electric that made spin the universal Wheel | X |
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| XVIII | - |
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| With that a goat came running from the cave | - |
| That lurked below the tall white cliff | - |
| Thy name cried I The answer that gave | - |
| Was but one tempest whisper quot If quot | V |
| Ah then his tongue to his black palate clave | - |
| For on soul's curtain | C |
| Is written this one certainty that naught is certain | C |
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| XIX | - |
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| So then I caught that goat up in a kiss | - |
| And cried Io Pan Io Pan Io Pan | H2 |
| Then all this body's wealth of ambergris | - |
| Narcissus scented flesh of man | H2 |
| I burnt before him in the sacrifice | - |
| For he was sure | I2 |
| Being the Doubt of Things the one thing to endure | I2 |
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| XX | - |
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| Wherefore when madness took him at the end | V |
| He doubt goat slew the goat of doubt | V |
| And that which inward did for ever tend | V |
| Came at the last to have come out | V |
| And I who had the World and God to friend | V |
| Found all three foes | - |
| Drowned in that sea of changes vacancies and woes | - |
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| XXI | - |
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| Yet all that Sea was swallowed up therein | D2 |
| So they were not and it was not | V |
| As who should sweat his soul out through the skin | D2 |
| And find sad fool he had begot | V |
| All that without him that he had left in | D2 |
| And in himself | - |
| All he had taken out thereof a mocking elf | - |
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| XXII | - |
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| But now that all was gone great Pan appeared | V |
| Him then I strove to woo to win | D2 |
| Kissing his curled lips playing with his beard | V |
| Setting his brain a shake a spin | D2 |
| By that strong wand and muttering of the weird | V |
| That only I | - |
| Knew of all souls alive or dead beneath the sky | - |
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| XXIII | - |
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| So still I conquered and the vision passed | V |
| Yet still was beaten for I knew | Z |
| Myself was He Himself the first and last | V |
| And as an unicorn drinks dew | Z |
| From under oak leaves so my strength was cast | V |
| Into the mire | J2 |
| For all I did was dream and all I dreamt desire | E2 |
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| XXIV | - |
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| More in this journey I had clean forgotten | C |
| The quest my lover But the tomb | K2 |
| Of all these thoughts the rancid and the rotten | C |
| Proved in the end to be my womb | K2 |
| Wherein my Lord and lover had begotten | D2 |
| A little child | V |
| To drive me laughing lion into the wanton wild | V |
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| XXV | - |
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| This child hath not one hair upon his head | V |
| But he hath wings instead of ears | - |
| No eyes hath he but all his light is shed | V |
| Within him on the ordered sphere | C2 |
| Of nature that he hideth and in stead | V |
| Of mouth he hath | L2 |
| One minute point of jet silence the lightning path | L2 |
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| XXVI | - |
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| Also his nostrils are shut up for he | - |
| Hath not the need of any breath | M2 |
| Nor can the curtain of eternity | - |
| Cover that head with life or death | M2 |
| So all his body a slim almond tree | - |
| Knoweth no bough | N2 |
| Nor branch nor twig nor bud from never until now | N2 |
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| XXVII | - |
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| This thought I bred within my bowels I am | O2 |
| I am in him as he in me | - |
| And like a satyr ravishing a lamb | O2 |
| So either seems or as the sea | - |
| Swallows the whale that swallows it the ram | O2 |
| Beats its own head | V |
| Upon the city walls that fall as it falls dead | V |
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| XXVIII | - |
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| Come let me back unto the lilied lawn | G |
| Pile me the roses and the thorns | - |
| Upon this bed from which he hath withdrawn | G |
| He may return A million morns | - |
| May follow that first dire daemonic dawn | G |
| When he did split | V |
| My spirit with his lightnings and enveloped it | V |
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| XXIX | - |
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| So I am stretched out naked to the knife | - |
| My whole soul twitching with the stress | - |
| Of the expected yet surprising strife | - |
| A martyrdom of blessedness | - |
| Though Death came I could kiss him into life | - |
| Though Life came I | - |
| Could kiss him into death and yet nor live nor die | - |
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| XXX | - |
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| Yet I that am the babe the sire the dam | O2 |
| Am | O2 |
Aleister Crowley
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