#Americans
A man feared that he might find an… Another that he might find a victi… One was more wise than the other.
Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, I made speech: “Who art thou?”
Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page, They were so tiny The pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink.
I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.”
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…
Friend, your white beard sweeps th… Why do you stand, expectant? Do you hope to see it In one of your withered days? With your old eyes
God fashioned the ship of the worl… With the infinite skill of an All… Made He the hull and the sails, Held He the rudder Ready for adjustment.
The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
The trees in the garden rained flo… Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there were some
Ay, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually.
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…
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 impact of a dollar upon the he… Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily up… With the hanging cool velvet shado… Moving softly upon the door.
Your cross? The real cross Is made of pounds, Dollars or francs. Here I bear my palms for the sill…
