They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people
Came and went in continually.
And the angels were puzzled
To know why the people went thus,
And why they stayed so long within.
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Women wept;Babes ran, wondering.There came one who understood not these things.He said, ‘Why is this?’Whereupon a million strove to answer him.There was such intricate clamour of tongues,That still the reason was not.
You tell me this is God?
A burning candle, and an ass.
THOU art my love
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I met a seer.
The book of wisdom.‘Sir,’ I addressed him,‘Let me read.’‘Child — ‘ he began.‘Sir,’ I said,‘Think not that I am a child,For already I know muchOf that which you hold.Aye, much.’He smiled.Then he opened the bookAnd held it before me. —Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.
God lay dead in heaven;
Purple winds went moaning,Their wings drip-drippingWith bloodThat fell upon the earth.It, groaning thing,Turned black and sank.Then from the far cavernsOf dead sinsCame monsters, livid with desire.They fought,Wrangled over the world,A morsel.But of all sadness this was sad –A woman’s arms tried to shieldThe head of a sleeping manFrom the jaws of the final beast.
When a people reach the top of a hill,
Shortens tongues and lengthens arms.A vision of their dead comes to the weak.The moon shall not be too oldBefore the new battalions rise,Blue battalions.The moon shall not be too oldWhen the children of change shall fallBefore the new battalions,The blue battalions.Mistakes and virtues will be trampled deep.A church and a thief shall fall together.A sword…