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A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from a green place… The man cried out in rage,
There were many who went in huddle… They knew not whither; But, at any rate, success or calam… Would attend all in equality. There was one who sought a new roa…
The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. “Ha,” he said,
A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over the eart…
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.
On the desert A silence from the moon’s deepest… Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat and dumb. Before them, a woman
Once there was a man - Oh, so wise! In all drink He detected the bitter, And in all touch
EACH small gleam was a voice —A lantern voice— In little songs of carmine, violet… A chorus of colors came over the w… The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer…
You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass.
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who understood not…
“Have you ever made a just man?” “Oh, I have made three,” answered… “But two of them are dead, And the third— Listen! Listen!
UNWIND my riddle. Cruel as hawks the hours fly; Wounded men seldom come home to di… The hard waves see an arm flung hi… Scorn hits strong because of a lie…
I explain the silvered passing of… The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom of the steel th… The little cry of a man to a man, A shadow falling across the greyer…
Yes, I have a thousand tongues, And nine and ninety-nine lie. Though I strive to use the one, It will make no melody at my will, But is dead in my mouth.
In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little bl…