Aleister Crowley

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

Aleister Crowley Poems

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

[Dedicated to Horace Sheridan-Bickers]

A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs,
The madness of the music that entrances
All life in its delirium of dances!
The white world glitters in the void, and swims
Through the infinite seas of transcendental trances.
Yea! all the hoarded seed of all my fancies
Bursts in a shower of suns! The wine-cup brims

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