Hymn To Pan Poem by Aleister Crowley

Hymn To Pan

Rating: 3.7

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Coem with Apollo in bridal dress
(Spheperdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount !
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantoness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain -come over the sea,
(Io Pan ! Io Pan !)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man ! my man !
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill !
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring !
Come with flute and come with pipe !
Am I not ripe ?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-
Come, O come !
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All devourer, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye
And the token erect of thorny thigh
And the word of madness and mystery,
O pan ! Io Pan !
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan ! Io Pan !
Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan !
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end.
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !

The REAL young God 17 July 2018

Such a shame that he is such a cowardly deity :

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Martin Tompson 10 April 2008

remember when i was a kid going to Edale with some mates and dropping some spectacular acid and reading this-blew my mind

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Pan is all and All is Pan, my favorite Greek Deity.This is quite a classic.

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Colleen Courtney 18 May 2014

This actually is an amazing and brilliant work!

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A beautiful poem with excellent ideas

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Kumarmani Mahakul 15 June 2021

A beautiful poem is well executed. Five stars.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 15 June 2021

A wonderful poem adorned with great rhyme, images and rythmn

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Sylvia Frances Chan 15 June 2021

A very thought-provoking poem,5 Stars. Congrats being The Classic Poem Of The Day

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Pete V 24 September 2018


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Raven 17 July 2021

When readby a witch with passion in his/her/their heart, it is heart stoping

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Aleister Crowley

Aleister Crowley

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