II

Not his the Buddhist's creed, the Christian's name,
Between two open doors a wind-blown flame;
His was the largest faith, the heaven-born creed
That shaped his life in thought, in speech, in deed.

Sith my desyre is prest to please,
Though not with glosing showe:
And eke my deeds if proofe were made,
Should tell what fayth I owe.
Whereto shall I impute my hap,
To Fate or wante of skill:
When nought I finde but tickle trust,
Where most I meane good will.

These are the tools of Leontikhos, the carpenter: toothed files; swift augers; carpenter's lines; red powder; double-headed hammers; rulers, spotted with red powder; drills; a chisel; a heavy, well-adjusted axe, the queen of all tools; easily turned gimlets; a sharp wimble; four bolt-cutters; and a smoothing-axe.
He dedicated all these to Athene, the graceful artisan, having abandoned his trade.

These Kretan women, Autonoma, Meliteia, and Boiskion, daughters of Philolades and Nika, each placed offerings in this temple to Athene, the Spinner: one gave the whirling spindle that reeled off her thread; another, her basket of grey wool; and the third, the active loom-rod that made the web of her cloth so fine, famed as the guardian of Penelope's virgin couch.
Thus they made an end of their laours for Athene.

Oft have I heard, with clam'rous note,
A yelping Cur exalt his throat
At Cynthia 's silver rays;
So, with the blaze of Learning's light,
When You, O King , offend his sight,
The Spaniel Blaco bays.

More than his Name were less . — 'Twou'd seem, to fear,
He, who increas'd H EAV'N'S fame, could want it here .
Yet, when the S UNS , he lighted up , shall fade,
And all the W ORLDS , he found , are first decay'd;
Then, void , and waste , E TERNITY shall lie,
And T IME , and N EWTON'S Name , together die.

Once upon a log, a human face was carved. All the more striking as it was carved by a chimp. He'd meant to carve his own face, but his use of tools was limited. Plus, accidents will happen, most always leading to things breaking. That was the chimp's experience, anyway. Just look at how the protruding snout broke off here. And the prominent brow ridge, which was still in his hand.
The chimpanzee buried the brow ridge inside a termite mound where he had gone to look for food, but what interests us now is the log, which was not pleased.

My nickname for my period is Karl Marx. I think it demands that my femininity be taken seriously, especially in political circles.
One thing I never understood, when I was in grade school, was why we hated the communists. Reagan was president then; we were learning history. So much was dependent on the evils of communism, but nobody could explain it specifically. In Catholic school, explanations were frowned upon.

Nahtegel, sing einen don mit sinne
miner hohgemüten chuniginne!
chun d e ir, daz min steter müt vnd min her├ºe brinne
nah irm süze n l i be vnd nah ir minne!

The Kyoto Buddhist monk Unchiku drew a priest with his face turning the other way, probably a portrait of himself, and asked for words in praise of it. He is about sixty, and I'm already near fifty. We are both in dreams, appearing in dream forms. I add words spoken in sleep:
Turn this way; I'm lonely too, this autumn evening