Holy of holies Confessions of an anarchist [by J. E. Barlas] |
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[Behold from opposite quarters of the sky]
Behold from opposite quarters of the sky,Destined for one another, on they sail,
He fierce and red, she timorous and pale;
Doomed for each other by ill destiny,
Sinister, calm, like a great tragedy,
Two kindred lives, the female and the male,
Halves of the same life severed to their bale,
Magnetic, hungering, thirsting, they draw nigh;
Though yet each knows not if the other be,
Or if indeed that aching want be vain,
And all things desolate on life's howling flood.
They meet, they kiss, take fire, and, as at sea
Two flaming ships, locked in each other's pain,
They drift to death, reddening the heavens with blood
Aug. 25th, 1885.
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