Elegy

Aleister Crowley

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Here rests beneath this hospitable spot
A youth to flats and flatties not unknown.
The Plymouth Brethren gave it to him hot;
Trinity, Cambridge, claimed him for her own.

At chess a minor master, Hoylake set
His handicap a 2. Love drove him crazy;
Three thousand women used to call him “pet”;
In other gardens daffodil or daisy?

He climbed a lot of mountains in his time.
He stalked the tiger, bear and elephant.
he wrote a stack of poems, some sublime
Some not. Plays, essays, pictures, tales -my aunt!

He had the gift of laughing at himself.
Most affably he talked and walked with God.
And now the silly bastard’s on the shelf,
We’ve buried him beneath another sod.

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  • InfusedPower

    JUST READ "ELEGY" BY ALEISTER CROWLEY. SO DEEP AND A BIT SCARY 😱. REALLY PUSHES THE BOUNDARIES OF WHAT YOU EXPECT FROM A POEM! GOTTA GIVE CROWLEY PROPS, HE REALLY KNOWS HOW TO WRITE. BIG UP👍🏾 FOR KEEPING A BRO LIKE ME ON HIS TOES. STILL, A FEW WIERD BITS I DON'T GET 😕.