#AmericanWriters
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,
The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
With eye and with gesture You say you are holy. I say you lie; For I did see you Draw away your coats
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…
Should the wide world roll away Leaving black terror Limitless night, Nor God, nor man, nor place to st… Would be to me essential
A slant of sun on dull brown walls… A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A song of collisions and cries, Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells…
Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind— When he looked about him he was in… Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars—
Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heav…
You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass.
A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys
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.
When the prophet, a complacent fat… Arrived at the mountain-top, He cried: “Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands,
“Truth,” said a traveller, “Is a rock, a mighty fortress; Often have I been to it, Even to its highest tower, From whence the world looks black.…
Aman said to the universe, ‘Sir, I exist!’ ‘However,’ replied the universe, ‘The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.’
I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning,