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A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over the eart…
I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.”
Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with vi… But the spirit grasped her arm. “No flowers for him,” he said.
ONCE I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Ay, he was no bigger than my finge… I laughed, and spoke to one near m…
I looked here; I looked there; Nowhere could I see my love. And—this time— She was in my heart.
In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me:
Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with vi… But the spirit grasped her arm. ‘No flowers for him,’ he said.
Black riders came from the sea. There was clang and clang of spear… And clash and clash of hoof and he… Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind:
I walked in a desert. And I cried, “Ah, God, take me from this place… A voice said, “It is no desert.” I cried, “Well, But—
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the vall… And the peaks looked toward God a… “O Master that movest the wind wi… Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually.
You say you are holy, And that Because I have not seen you sin. Aye, but there are those Who see you sin, my friend.
A man said to the universe: “Sir I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”
Yes, I have a thousand tongues, And nine and ninety-nine lie. Though I strive to use the one, It will make no melody at my will, But is dead in my mouth.
UNWIND my riddle. Cruel as hawks the hours fly; Wounded men seldom come home to di… The hard waves see an arm flung hi… Scorn hits strong because of a lie…