Thursday, November 12, 2009

A Song Of Town

A Song Of Town Image
"SING now of London

At fall of dusk;

A summer dragonfly-

Crept from the husk.

Dragonfly, on whose wing

Run golden wires;

So, down a street pavement,

Lamps throw their fires.

Dragonfly, whose wing is pricked

By many a spark;

Electric eyes of taxis

Bright through the dark.

Dragonfly, whose life is

Cold and brief as dew,

Drone now for London dusk,

Soon dead too."

Dead, but not forgotten. We remember Raoul Loveday, Thelemic Saint, whose great destiny was not cancelled but merely postponed awhile.

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Anonymous - Reaching Out To Wiccans
Aleister Crowley - Songs For Italy

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