Aleister Crowley

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

The Rose And The Cross - Poem by Aleister Crowley

Out of the seething cauldron of my woes,
Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung;
Where charmed music gathered from my tongue,
And where I chained strange archipelagoes
Of fallen stars; where fiery passion flows
A curious bitumen; where among
The glowing medley moved the tune unsung
Of perfect love: thence grew the Mystic Rose.

Its myriad petals of divided light;
Its leaves of the most radiant emerald;
Its heart of fire like rubies. At the sight
I lifted up my heart to God and called:
How shall I pluck this dream of my desire?
And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of Fire!

Topic(s) of this poem: rose


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  • (5/18/2014 11:17:00 AM)


    What a wonderful and gorgeous closing stanza! Love it! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 20, 2015


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