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Page 1 of 11907 · PDF PAGE 52
DESESPOIR NTO the inmost agony of things She sees, through glamour of untrusty sense, The full corruption of omnipotence, The infinite rage of fishes to have wings, The lust of beasts for tentacles; caught thence . Corollary, syllogism, she strides tense Into the inmost agony of things. So, fearless, amid gods and evil kings, She sits, poor wretch, eternal scientist, Straining mild muscles, leaving to its list The spasm-shaken body. So she flings The teeth-set fate of Fortune’s face unkissed Against the fiat: sets her clenchéd fist In his face:…
1907 · PDF PAGE 40
For, mark you! babes are ware of wiser things, And hold more arcane matters in their mild Cabochon eyes than men are ware of yet. Therefore have poets, lest they should forget, Likened the little sages unto kings. But look! the baby whispers—hush! Nay! nay! We shall disturb them loving—come away! 24
1907 · PDF PAGE 61
These things are mazes flowery on the field, Measures to trace a-dancing by-and-by. Here in the statued pose the rhythm is sealed That all who are human dance to evermore. Before this ecstasy all ages yield: Eternity breaks foamless on time’s shore. And I, because of this delight in me, Am one in substance with eternity. Oo”
1907 · PDF PAGE 39
…Among the stars and ages; and her stature Soars o'er the system; so the scarred misfeature Of death avails her for the isolation Of high things ever holy; this the throe Of swiftly-comprehended motherhood Once taught her. Now the whisper of the child Bids her be great, who was supremely good. 23
1907 · PDF PAGE 21
…he slimy thing is no more. Decomposition, already far advanced, may be trusted speedily to resolve the remains into the ultimate dust of things, mere matter for some new and hopefuller avatar. Such a worm are you, M. D——, who once, as above described, voided your noxious nastiness in my presence, trusting to conciliate me by the intended compliment that my poems on Rodin were from myself and not from him, and that any other statues would have done as well. I am as little susceptible to flattery as I am to the venomous dicta of spite and envy, a…