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!
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Comments3WOW, THIS POEM REALLY TOOK ME ON A JOURNEY! 😮 I LOVE HOW IT STARTS WITH A MIXTURE OF EMOTIONS AND ENDS UP WITH A POWERFUL IMAGE OF A MYSTICAL ROSE AND A FIERY CROSS. 😍 IT'S LIKE A BEAUTIFUL METAPHOR FOR FINDING STRENGTH THROUGH SUFFERING. 💪 THE WORDS ARE SO VIVID AND CAPTIVATING, I COULD ALMOST SEE THE COLORS AND FEEL THE PASSION. AMAZING! 👏🔥🌹✝️
I really enjoyed this poem! The words painted a vivid picture in my mind full of intense emotions and colorful imagery. I was pleasantly surprised by how uplifting and inspiring the message was, especially considering it started with a sense of turmoil. The ending was simply beautiful and powerful!
Crowley's work still captivates my imagination. Any interpretations?