A Birthday
"Aug." 10, 1911.
Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years
Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres!
A year of infinite love unwearying ---
No circling seasons, but perennial spring!
A year of triumph trampling through defeat,
The first made holy and the last made sweet
By this same love; a year of wealth and woe,
Joy, poverty, health, sickness --- all one glow
In the pure light that filled our firmament
Of supreme silence and unbarred extent,
Wherein one sacrament was ours, one Lord,
One resurrection, one recurrent chord,
One incarnation, one descending dove,
All these being one, and that one being Love!
You sent your spirit into tunes; my soul
Yearned in a thousand melodies to enscroll
Its happiness: I left no flower unplucked
That might have graced your garland. I induct
Tragedy, comedy, farce, fable, song,
Each longing a little, each a little long,
But each aspiring only to express
Your excellence and my unworthiness ---
Nay! but my worthiness, since I was sense
And spirit too of that same excellence.
So thus we solved the earth's revolving riddle:
I could write verse, and you could play the fiddle,
While, as for love, the sun went through the signs,
And not a star but told him how love twines
A wreath for every decanate, degree,
Minute and second, linked eternally
In chains of flowers that never fading are,
Each one as sempiternal as a star.
Let me go back to your last birthday. Then
I was already your one man of men
Appointed to complete you, and fulfil
From everlasting the eternal will.
We lay within the flood of crimson light
In my own balcony that August night,
And conjuring the aright and the averse
Created yet another universe.
We worked together; dance and rite and spell
Arousing heaven and constraining hell.
We lived together; every hour of rest
Was honied from your tiger-lily breast.
We --- oh what lingering doubt or fear betrayed
My life to fate! --- we parted. Was I afraid?
I was afraid, afraid to live my love,
Afraid you played the serpent, I the dove,
Afraid of what I know not. I am glad
Of all the shame and wretchedness I had,
Since those six weeks have taught me not to doubt you,
And also that I cannot live without you.
Then I came back to you; black treasons rear
Their heads, blind hates, deaf agonies of fear,
Cruelty, cowardice, falsehood, broken pledges,
The temple soiled with senseless sacrileges,
Sickness and poverty, a thousand evils,
Concerted malice of a million devils; ---
You never swerved; your high-pooped galleon
Went marvellously, majestically on
Full-sailed, while every other braver bark
Drove on the rocks, or foundered in the dark.
Then Easter, and the days of all delight!
God's sun lit noontide and his moon midnight,
While above all, true centre of our world,
True source of light, our great love passion-pearled
Gave all its life and splendour to the sea
Above whose tides stood our stability.
Then sudden and fierce, no monitory moan,
Smote the mad mischief of the great cyclone.
How far below us all its fury rolled!
How vainly sulphur tries to tarnish gold!
We lived together: all its malice meant
Nothing but freedom of a continent!
It was the forest and the river that knew
The fact that one and one do not make two.
We worked, we walked, we slept, we were at ease,
We cried, we quarrelled; all the rocks and trees
For twenty miles could tell how lovers played,
And we could count a kiss for every glade.
Worry, starvation, illness and distress?
Each moment was a mine of happiness.
Then we grew tired of being country mice,
Came up to Paris, lived our sacrifice
There, giving holy berries to the moon,
July's thanksgiving for the joys of June.
And you are gone away --- and how shall I
Make August sing the raptures of July?
And you are gone away --- what evil star
Makes you so competent and popular?
How have I raised this harpy-hag of Hell's
Malice --- that you are wanted somewhere else?
I wish you were like me a man forbid,
Banned, outcast, nice society well rid
Of the pair of us --- then who would interfere
With us? --- my darling, you would now be here!
But no! we must fight on, win through, succeed,
Earn the grudged praise that never comes to meed,
Lash dogs to kennel, trample snakes, put bit
In the mule-mouths that have such need of it,
Until the world there's so much to forgive in
Becomes a little possible to live in.
God alone knows if battle or surrender
Be the true courage; either has its splendour.
But since we chose the first, God aid the right,
And damn me if I fail you in the fight!
God join again the ways that lie apart,
And bless the love of loyal heart to heart!
God keep us every hour in every thought,
And bring the vessel of our love to port!
These are my birthday wishes. Dawn's at hand,
And you're an exile in a lonely land.
But what were magic if it could not give
My thought enough vitality to live?
Do not then dream this night has been a loss!
All night I have hung, a god, upon the cross;
All night I have offered incense at the shrine;
All night you have been unutterably mine,
Miner in the memory of the first wild hour
When my rough grasp tore the unwilling flower
From your closed garden, mine in every mood,
In every tense, in every attitude,
In every possibility, still mine
While the sun's pomp and pageant, sign to sign,
Stately proceeded, mine not only so
In the glamour of memory and austral glow
Of ardour, but by image of my brow
Stronger than sense, you are even here and now
Miner, utterly mine, my sister and my wife,
Mother of my children, mistress of my life!
O wild swan winging through the morning mist!
The thousand thousand kisses that we kissed,
The infinite device our love devised
If by some chance its truth might be surprised,
Are these all past? Are these to come? Believe me,
There is no parting; they can never leave me.
I have built you up into my heart and brain
So fast that we can never part again.
Why should I sing you these fantastic psalms
When all the time I have you in my arms?
Why? 'tis the murmur of our love that swells
Earth's dithyrambs and ocean's oracles.
But this is dawn; my soul shall make its nest
Where your sighs swing from rapture into rest
Love's thurible, your tiger-lily breast.
Literary Analysis
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Summary
Set on the poet's birthday, the poem begins as a celebration of love measured not by calendar time but by the intensity of a shared life. The opening turns the date into a kind of ritual: the full moon, the age of twenty-six, and the sense of a year that has contained both triumph and hardship all become part of a single emotional season. The beloved is not merely praised; she is made the organizing force of the speaker's world, the power that gives meaning to joy, suffering, and memory alike.
As the poem moves forward, it traces a relationship through scenes of creation, separation, reunion, and endurance. The speaker remembers artistic partnership, spiritual union, domestic life, illness, poverty, and conflict, yet keeps returning to the conviction that love has outlasted every disturbance. At the same time, the poem is not simple or serene. Its devotion is mixed with urgency, possessiveness, self-reproach, and a desire to convert private feeling into grand, almost cosmic language. What emerges is a vow: even if the lovers are physically apart, the speaker insists that the bond remains real, inward, and unbroken.
Theme
- Love as an all-encompassing force - The beloved is presented as the center of the speaker's emotional, spiritual, and imaginative life, so that every experience seems to flow back into love.
- Union of art and affection - Poetry, music, ritual, and shared creative work are treated as extensions of the relationship, suggesting that artistic expression is one way the lovers complete each other.
- Endurance through suffering - The poem repeatedly places love beside poverty, sickness, conflict, and separation, then argues that the bond survives by absorbing hardship rather than escaping it.
- Memory as renewal - Recalling past intimacy does not simply look backward; it actively restores the feeling of the relationship and keeps it alive in the present.
- Spiritualized sexuality - Physical intimacy is framed in exalted, sacred language, blending desire with devotion and making bodily love part of a larger mystical experience.
- Dependence and longing - Alongside praise, the poem reveals the speaker's fear of absence and his need to believe that the beloved remains inseparable from him.
Literary Devices
- Extended metaphor - The poem turns the relationship into a voyage, a ritual, a cosmos, and a religion, using large-scale metaphors to show how completely love shapes the speaker's reality.
- Anaphora - Repeated openings such as "You sent," "We lived," and "All night" create momentum and reinforce the poem's incantatory, vow-like movement.
- Hyperbole - The speaker consistently enlarges ordinary events into vast claims of eternity, making each feeling seem boundless and almost absolute.
- Allusion - Religious and ceremonial references lend the relationship a sacred aura, suggesting that love functions like a private faith.
- Imagery - Moonlight, flowers, storms, ships, and dawn give the poem a vivid physical texture while also carrying emotional weight.
- Contrast - Joy is set against misery, stability against cyclone, and devotion against fear, highlighting the poem's tension between exaltation and vulnerability.
- Personification - Abstract forces such as love, fear, and malice are given active presence, which makes the emotional struggle feel dramatic and alive.
- Apostrophe - The direct address to the beloved keeps the poem intimate and immediate, even when its language becomes highly elevated.
Symbolism
- Full moon - The moon suggests completeness, recurrence, and a heightened emotional state, making the birthday feel cosmic rather than merely personal.
- Spring - Spring symbolizes renewal and abundance, matching the speaker's sense that love has kept life perpetually fresh.
- Balcony - The balcony marks a remembered private space of union and creation, a threshold between ordinary life and an imagined shared world.
- Vessel - The vessel of love suggests a fragile but enduring journey, something that must be guided safely through change and danger.
- Cyclone - The cyclone represents outside turmoil and destructive force, against which the lovers' bond appears strangely untouched.
- Sun and moon - These celestial bodies stand for the daily and nightly rhythms that are absorbed into the poem's vision of love as larger than time.
Tone
The tone is fervent, exalted, and increasingly urgent, as if the poem must keep speaking in order to hold love together against distance and disruption. Crowley's language moves from celebratory confidence to anxious pleading, and then back toward defiant assurance. For the reader, the mood is both rapturous and uneasy: the poem offers the thrill of devotion on a grand scale, but it also lets in the pain of separation, jealousy, and the fear that such intensity may be unstable.
Historical Context
Aleister Crowley wrote within the late Victorian and early modernist period, when poets often blended personal lyricism with symbolism, occult imagery, and expansive self-dramatization. His work frequently draws on religious language, classical or ceremonial structures, and a belief that art can carry spiritual force. That background helps explain the poem's mix of erotic intimacy, ritual feeling, and grand metaphysical ambition.
The poem also reflects a broader literary culture in which private relationships could be treated as material for elevated lyric celebration. Its lush style, formal confidence, and habit of turning love into a total philosophy connect it to fin-de-siècle decadence and symbolist tendencies, even as its emotional directness remains highly personal.
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