The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: “Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He turned away.

Your cross? The real cross Is made of pounds, Dollars or francs. Here I bear my palms for the sill…

If there is a witness to my little… To my tiny throes and struggles, He sees a fool; And it is not fine for gods to men…

A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys

Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind— When he looked about him he was in… Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars—

I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.”

In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the vall… And the peaks looked toward God a… ‘O Master that movest the wind wi… Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.

Once there came a man Who said, “Range me all men of the world in… And instantly There was terrific clamour among t…

Why do you strive for greatness, f… Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing. My Lord, there are certain barbar… Who tilt their noses

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.

Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice— In little songs of carmine, violet… A chorus of colours came over the… The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer…

Tradition, thou art for suckling c… Thou art the enlivening milk for b… But no meat for men is in thee. Then— But, alas, we all are babes.

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

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

AH, God, the way your little fing… As you thrust a bare arm backward And made play with your hair And a comb a silly gilt comb Ah, God—that I should suffer