/lit/ - Literature

>>14811205
The star cried pink within the heart of your ears,
Infinity rolled white from your neck to your hips,
The sea foamed pink around your vermilion nipples,
And Man bled black by your sovereign side.

Rimbaud, L'étoile a pleuré rose

You've got it all wrong. Between God and creation stands Wisdom (Sophia), or the mirror of God. With this mirror, God can seem himself in the physical form as man. We are all driven by desire to our Creator through the greatest acts of love, Sophia.

>>14760101
Based. This is one of the main pieces that got me heavy into esoteric works of art. I used to believe that Byron was a faggy rich boy LARPing around Europe as an emo Greek fucking anything that moves as he wrote limp-wristed love poems. Nope. He actually had a profound side that is hardly known about. Even Goethe glowed with warmth when he read Manfred and saw the shout outs to him.

>Ye mock me -- but the power which brought ye here
>Hath made you mine. Slaves, scoff not at my will!
>The mind, the spirit, the Promethean spark,
>The lightening of my being, is as bright,
>Pervading, and far-darting as your own,
>And shall not yield to yours, though coop'd in clay!
>Answer, or I will teach you what I am.