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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.
The chatter of a death-demon from… Blood– blood and torn grass – Had marked the rise of his agony - This lone hunter. The grey-green woods impassive
You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass.
I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.”
There came whisperings in the wind… “Good-bye! Good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkne… “Good-bye! Good-bye!” Then I stretched forth my arms.
Do not weep, maiden, for war is ki… Because your lover threw wild hand… And the affrighted steed ran on al… Do not weep. War is kind.
“And the sins of the fathers shall… visited upon the heads of the chil… even unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.” Well, then I hate thee, unrighteo…
There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there
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.
There was a man who lived a life o… Even upon the fabric of time, Where purple becomes orange And orange purple, This life glowed,
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 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,
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it.
The Ocean said to me once, ‘Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who understood not…