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There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishme… All upon the head of her, And went away gaily.
I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my fee… And I saw the quick stream of men Pouring ceaselessly, Filled with eager faces,
The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys
Charity thou art a lie, A toy of women, A pleasure of certain men. In the presence of justice, Lo, the walls of the temple
To the maiden The sea was blue meadow, Alive with little froth-people Singing. To the sailor, wrecked,
I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.”
Friend, your white beard sweeps th… Why do you stand, expectant? Do you hope to see it In one of your withered days? With your old eyes
I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning,
“Tell brave deeds of war.” Then they recounted tales,— “There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory.” Ah, I think there were braver dee…
Ay, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. “Ha,” he said,
The Ocean said to me once, ‘Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: “Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He turned away.
Once a man clambering to the house… Appealed to the heavens. With strong voice he called to the… A warrior’s shout he raised to the… Lo, at last, there was a dot on th…