Aleister Crowley

(12 October 1875 - 1 December 1947 / Warwickshire, England)

Aleister Crowley Poems

1. At Bordj-An-Nus 1/3/2003
2. Prologue To Rodin In Rime 1/3/2003
3. The Tent 1/3/2003
4. Ut 1/3/2003
5. The Mantra-Yoga 1/3/2003
6. The Ladder 1/3/2003
7. The Four Winds 1/3/2003
8. The Interpreter 1/3/2003
9. The Priestess Of Panormita 1/3/2003
10. Thanatos Basileos 1/3/2003
11. The Disciples 1/3/2003
12. The Hawk And The Babe 1/3/2003
13. The Neophyte 1/3/2003
14. The Quest 1/3/2003
15. The Buddhist 1/3/2003
16. The Garden Of Janus 1/3/2003
17. The Twins 1/3/2003
18. Elegy 1/3/2003
19. The Five Adorations 1/3/2003
20. The Wizard Way 1/3/2003
21. The Titanic 1/3/2003
22. The Hermit 1/3/2003
23. The Atheist 1/3/2003
24. On - On - Poet 1/3/2003
25. Athor And Asar 1/3/2003
26. The Rose And The Cross 1/3/2003
27. Linoz Isidoz 1/3/2003
28. Logos 1/3/2003
29. Power 1/3/2003
30. Long Odds 1/3/2003
31. Au Bal 1/3/2003
32. Colophon 1/3/2003
33. Pan To Artemis 1/3/2003
34. Arhan 1/3/2003
35. Adela 1/3/2003
36. Ave Adonai 1/3/2003
37. Happy Dust 1/3/2003
38. Dumb 1/3/2003
39. An Oath 1/3/2003
40. Boo To Buddha 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Aleister Crowley

Hymn To Lucifer

Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?
Without its climax, death, what savour hath
Life? an impeccable machine, exact
He paces an inane and pointless path
To glut brute appetites, his sole content
How tedious were he fit to comprehend
Himself! More, this our noble element
Of fire in nature, love in spirit, unkenned
Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end.

His body a bloody-ruby radiant
With noble passion, sun-souled Lucifer
Swept through the dawn colossal, swift aslant
On Eden's imbecile perimeter.
He blessed nonentity with every curse
And ...

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Linoz Isidoz

Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star:
Slain is Asar.
O twinned with me in the womb of Night!
O son of my bowels to the Lord of Light!
O man of mine that hast covered me
From the shame of my virginity!
Where art thou? Is it not Apep thy brother,
The snake in my womb that am thy mother,
That hath slain thee by violence girt with guile,

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