Aleister Crowley

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

The Hermit - Poem by Aleister Crowley

AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT

[Dedicated to George Cecil Jones]


At last an end of all I hoped and feared!
Muttered the hermit through his elfin beard.

Then what art thou? the evil whisper whirred.
I doubt me soerly if the hermit heard.

To all God's questions never a word he said,
But simply shook his venerable head.

God sent all plagues; he laughed and heeded not,
Till people certified him insane.

But somehow all his fellow-luntaics
Began to imitate his silly ticks.

And stranger still, their prospects so enlarged
That one by one the patients were discharged.

God asked him by what right he interfered;
He only laughed and into his elfin beard.

When God revealed Himself to mortal prayer
He gave a fatal opening to Voltaire.

Our Hermi had dispensed with Sinai's thunder,
But on the other hand he made no blunder;

He knew ( no doubt) that any axiom
Would furnish bricks to build some Donkeydom.

But!-all who urged that hermit to confess
Caught the infection of his happiness.

I would it were my fate to dree his weird;
I think that I will grow an elfin beard.


Comments about The Hermit by Aleister Crowley

  • (9/20/2016 12:15:00 PM)


    I can really relate to this one. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/18/2014 11:01:00 AM)


    A definite whimsical and fun write by the poet! (Report) Reply

  • (4/29/2008 6:29:00 AM)


    a spot of whimsy from the lovely Aleister...i won't mark this out of ten! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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