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1914 · PDF PAGE 5

Chicago May

…f greed and lust! Ah ! that is less than naught to Thee Which is the all, and more, to me! This is my grief; nor God, nor man Cares what thing earthly may befall. True self conceives a subtler plan, Nor heeds the changes in the All.

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1914 · PDF PAGE 22

Chicago May

… than man, ‘That leaves me more than God, too sad, too lonely To do no matter what. Since love began With the partition of the first one thing ‘That was itself, there is no hope to be But the eternal grace—the queen and king Of no commensurable ecstasy. Ah God! I am not with you even now: ‘The New Moon shines on a divided love— Christ! T will get to you somehow: somehow I will redeem the affright these cold hours prove. an

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1914 · PDF PAGE 7

Chicago May

CHICAGO MAY ‘That sets all loathing tingling through my spine, This hate, hate, hate of this “ good luck” of mine! ag Good luck! God save us! Is there one thing worth Gold buys? You bought love; here's the goods! For health, Look at the ploughman toiling in the earth ! Disease and hatred won you by your wealth, ‘And scorn—foul scorn—even from the tipsy knaves ‘You fling your dollars to, and think them slaves! Each one of all the maggots that swarm round ‘Your swollen carcass knows exactly that; What is too rotten, what is fairly sound, ‘How muc…

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1914 · PDF PAGE 23

Chicago May

… oil as ours anoint ‘The brazen brows of a usurping king? Is it not in our right that you and 1, No more you and I, should be some third thing, given Not by the Gods, nor chance, nor Destiny, But—by what That that is beyond hell and heaven ? Lost, lost, for ever lost we are; I know No word to answer the eternal Why, No spell that may subdue the eternal woe ‘That “ you” are somehow different from 11" Lost, lost! O may not death discover spells? Has not the spasm of dissolution charms?

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