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Certainly praise: let the song mount againand again For life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face,For the vegetable patience, the animal grace;Some people have been happy; there have been great men. But hear the morning’s injured…
Will you turn a deaf earTo what they said on the shore,Interrogate their poisesIn their rich houses; Of stork-legged heaven-reachersOf the compulsory touchersThe sensitive amusersAnd masked amazers? Yet wear no ruffian badgeNor lie behind the hedgeWaiting with bombs of conspiracyIn…
From the very first coming downInto a new valley with a frownBecause of the sun and a lost way,You certainly remain: to-dayI, crouching behind a sheep-pen, heardTravel across a sudden bird,Cry out against the storm, and foundThe year’s arc a…
Out on the lawn I lie in bed,Vega conspicuous overhead In the windless nights of June,As congregated leaves completeTheir day’s activity; my feet Point to the rising moon.Lucky, this point in time and spaceIs chosen as my working-place, Where the…
So an age ended, and its last deliverer diedIn bed, grown idle and unhappy; they were safe:The sudden shadow of a giant’s enormous calfWould fall no more at dusk across their lawns outside. They slept in peace: in marshes here…
He looked in all His wisdom from the throneDown on that humble boy who kept the sheep,And sent a dove; the dove returned alone:Youth liked the music, but soon fell asleep. But He had planned such future for the youth:Surely,…
As a young child the wisest could adore him;He felt familiar to them like their wives:The very poor saved up their pennies for him,And martyrs brought him presents of their lives. But who could sit and play with him all…
They died and entered the closed life like nuns:Even the very poor lost something; oppressionWas no more a fact; and the self-centred onesTook up an even more extreme position. And the kingly and the saintly also wereDistributed among the woods…
He turned his field into a meeting-place,And grew the tolerant ironic eye,And formed the mobile money-changer’s face,And found the notion of equality. And strangers were as brothers to his clocks,And with his spires he made a human sky;Museums stored his…
He was their servant—some say he was blind—And moved among their faces and their things;Their feeling gathered in him like a windAnd sang: they cried—‘It is a God that sings’— And worshipped him and set him up apart,And made him…