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Once I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Aye, he was no bigger than my fing… I laughed, and spoke to one near m…
You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass.
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;
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…
Three little birds in a row Sat musing. A man passed near that place. Then did the little birds nudge ea… They said, “He thinks he can sing…
The livid lightnings flashed in th… The leaden thunders crashed. A worshipper raised his arm. “Hearken! Hearken! The voice of… “Not so,” said a man.
Once there was a man - Oh, so wise! In all drink He detected the bitter, And in all touch
Behold, from the land of the farth… I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming p… Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces, Shrouded above in black impenetrab…
LITTLE birds of the night Aye, they have much to tell Perching there in rows Blinking at me with their serious… Recounting of flowers they have se…
Many workmen Built a huge ball of masonry Upon a mountain-top. Then they went to the valley below… And turned to behold their work.
If there is a witness to my little… To my tiny throes and struggles, He sees a fool; And it is not fine for gods to men…
When a people reach the top of a h… Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arm… A vision of their dead comes to th… The moon shall not be too old
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.
The Ocean said to me once, ‘Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.