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Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually.
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;
Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heav…
A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over the eart…
A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all in garb of old days; He, scowling through the thickets,
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who understood not…
You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass.
God fashioned the ship of the worl… With the infinite skill of an All… Made He the hull and the sails, Held He the rudder Ready for adjustment.
Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair lim… There came a companion to her, But, alas, he was no help,
A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys
Once, I knew a fine song, —It is true, believe me— It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket,
God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood
I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning,
TELL me why, behind thee, I see always the shadow of another… Is it real Or is this the thrice-damned memor… Plague on him if he be dead
