He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
......
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely--
I'll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
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Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
......
I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
......
I dreamed that dead, and meditating,
I lay upon a grave, or bed,
(at least, some cold and close-built bower).
In the cold heart, its final thought
stood frozen, drawn immense and clear,
stiff and idle as I was there;
and we remained unchanged together
for a year, a minute, an hour.
Suddenly there was a motion,
as startling, there, to every sense
......
Behind the gentle tinge of dawn.
Pulling back the curtain of the receding night.
Clear light sweeps away the darkness, bringing peace to a sinking heart.
The wind whispers in a slow rhythm, bringing messages from a calm universe.
Nature speaks in silence, teaches a heart that is bound by worldly noise.
the dawn that comes every day, bringing hope in holy robes.
Teach us, as you teach nature, to live peacefully without resentment.
Under the shade of your simple light, I gained the true meaning of life.
That everything that comes will go, but love for nature remains eternal.
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In the vast expanse where sages dream free,
Lies a realm of serenity, cleared sky.
It's a canvas bare, where the heart can see,
And the mind finds solace, hard to deny.
The clear sky, a purge of the earth's clutter,
A breath of fresh air, a sweep of the hand,
Where chaos is hushed, and disorder is butter,
Smoothed over by the quiet, expansive land.
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Moon is a lonesome voyeur
Who peeks down lustfully at the silhouetted nudity of Night.
Peccant, she does it with overt grandeur,
Reluming steadily crackling embers of a smouldering light.
Light, uncreated shining upon the earth
born within the stable by virgin birth.
Light, immortal descending from above;
embracing the world with God's perfect love.
Light, resplendent illuminating the way,
dispelling the darkness and brightening the day.
Light, inextinguishable even in death,
crying 'Father forgive' with His dying breath.
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