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.

Supposing that I should have the… To let a red sword of virtue Plunge into my heart, Letting to the weeds of the ground My sinful blood,

The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.

There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there

I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning,

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…

Once, I knew a fine song, —It is true, believe me— It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket,

In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little bl…

A slant of sun on dull brown walls… A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A song of collisions and cries, Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells…

I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. “It is futile,” I said,

And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you,

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…

There was one I met upon the road Who looked at me with kind eyes. He said, “Show me of your wares.” And this I did, Holding forth one.

God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood

The trees in the garden rained flo… Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there were some