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With eye and with gesture You say you are holy. I say you lie; For I did see you Draw away your coats
A learned man came to me once. He said, “I know the way,—come.” And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we
The successful man has thrust hims… Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes— Bloody mistakes; Slimed with victories over the les…
I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.”
In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little bl…
A MAN builded a bugle for the st… The focused winds hurled him afar. He said that the instrument was a… II When the suicide arrived at the sk…
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 spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who understood not…
I looked here; I looked there; Nowhere could I see my love. And—this time— She was in my heart.
There was, before me, Mile upon mile Of snow, ice, burning sand. And yet I could look beyond all t… To a place of infinite beauty;
Mystic shadow, bending near me, Who art thou? Whence come ye? And—tell me—is it fair Or is the truth bitter as eaten fi…
“It was wrong to do this,” said th… “You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin.” “Not so,” quoth the man
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually.
Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice— In little songs of carmine, violet… A chorus of colours came over the… The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer…