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Aldous Huxley

Aldous Huxley

Revelation

At your mouth, white and milk-warm sphinx,
   I taste a strange apocalypse:
   Your subtle taper finger-tips
   Weave me new heavens, yet, methinks,
   I know the wiles and each iynx
   That brought me passionate to your lips:
   I know you bare as laughter strips
   Your charnel beauty; yet my spirit drinks
 
   Pure knowledge from this tainted well,
   And now hears voices yet unheard
   Within it, and without it sees
   That world of which the poets tell
   Their vision in the stammered word
   Of those that wake from piercing ecstasies.

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Ed Pedraza Robles
Otras obras de Aldous Huxley...
September

Spring is past and over these many… Spring and summer. The leaves of… Yellowing afid all but dead on the… Nor is there any hope in me. I wa… Slowly homeward. Night is as empt…
Return From Business

Evenings in trains, When the little black twittering g… Along the brims of cuttings, Against the luminous sky, Interrupt with their hurrying rumo…
The Life Theoretic

While I have been fumbling over b… And thinking about God and the De… Other young men have been battling… And others have been kissing the b… They have brazen faces like batter…
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Vision

I had been sitting alone with book… Till doubt was a black disease, When I heard the cheerful shout o… In the bare, prophetic trees. Bare trees, prophetic of new birth…
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A Melody by Scarlatti

HOW clear under the trees, How softly the music flows, Rippling from one still pool to an… Into the lake of silence.
Poem

Books and a coloured skein of thou… And magic words lay ripening in my… Till their much-whispered music tu… Whose subtlest power was all in my… These things were mine, and they w…
Darkness

My close-walled soul has never kno… That innermost darkness, dazzling… Like the blind point, whence the v… In the core of the gazer’s chrysol… The mystic darkness that laps God…
Valedictory

I had remarked—how sharply one obs… When life is disappearing round th… Of yet another corner, out of sigh… I had remarked when it was “good l… And “a good journey to you,” on he…
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Topiary

Failing sometimes to understand Why there are folk whose flesh sho… Like carrion puffed with noisome s… Fly-blown to the eye that looks on… Fly-blown to the touch of a hand;
Waking

Darkness had stretched its colour, Deep blue across the pane: No cloud to make night duller, No moon with its tarnish stain; But only here and there a star,
Song of Poplars

Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune… Let them pierce, keenly, subtly sh… The slow blue rumour of the hill; Let the grass cry with an anguish… And the great sky be mute.
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The Defeat of Youth

There had been phantoms, pale-reme… Of this and this occasion, sisterl… In their resemblances, each effigy Crowned with the same bright hair… White rounded firmness, and each b…
Private Property

All fly—yet who is misanthrope?— The actual men and things that pas… Jostling, to wither as the grass So soon: and (be it heaven’s hope, Or poetry’s kaleidoscope,
Doors of the Temple

Many are the doors of the spirit t… Into the inmost shrine: And I count the gates of the temp… Since the god of the place is God… And these are the gates that God…
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By the Fire

We who are lovers sit by the fire, Cradled warm 'twixt thought and wi… Sit and drowse like sleeping dogs In the equipoise of all desire, Sit and listen to the still



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