Alicia Monologue from Household Gods: A Comedy

From Household Gods: A Comedy by Aleister Crowley

female · philosophical · 1:11 min

Here the stream dips its mouth into the wood. So does youth's calm and chaste beatitude Touch the black mouth of Love, the ancient whore. (CRASSUS: Girl! what a scorpion leaping from your lips!) My mouth stings as no scorpion ever stang. in this round impudent smiling face of mine There is a poison fiercer than all wine; And from these eyes more subtle sorrows pour Than you can dream. These teeth have been at grips With gods; I have sung what no girl ever sang. These ears have heard An insufferable word! (CRASSUS: What do you mean?) The secret's in a kiss. Here are no kisses. Here great Artemis Rules; only in the woodland may a man Hide his eyes from her, pledge himself to Pan. Come! through the tangled arches Of cypresses and larches, Stoop; under Artemis we walked upright; But this is Pan's home, and the House of Night. (They enter the wood.)

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