Beauty
High as a star, yet lowly as a flower,
Unknown she takes her unassuming place
At Earth's proud masquerade-the appointed hour
Strikes, and, behold, the marvel of her face.
High as a star, yet lowly as a flower,
Unknown she takes her unassuming place
At Earth's proud masquerade-the appointed hour
Strikes, and, behold, the marvel of her face.
Thou in truth shouldst be one, yet not with the whole shouldst thou be so.
'Tis through the reason thou'rt one,--art so with it through the heart.
Voice of the whole is thy reason, but thou thine own heart must be ever;
If in thy heart reason dwells evermore, happy art thou.
Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted clouds -- the indivisible shared out in endless abundance.
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Be Mine the Doom—
Sufficient Fame—
To perish in Her Hand!
Everyone seeks a perfect faith; rarely some one seeks a perfect Love (Divine Love) ,
They ask for faith but not for love, for this my heart is filled with rage,
The stage of divinity where one can reach with love, the faith is not aware of that.
O Bahoo! Keep my Love alive, I request you in the name of Faith.
The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
'Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light.'
Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleep
bloods clot the patches where they oozed
rusts crumble
fleshes slime
sucking lusts around decay.
Murder on murder blinks
in childish eyes.
Bathe out of sight,
Meditate in secluded isolation,
Be regular in action don't forget,
But-- out of sight;
Should you forget, you'll regret !
Bathe daily at places of pilgrimage.
Not even for a moment
Like in laughing, sneezing, coughing or yawning.
Is He off from anywhere
Before you He remains all the year round.
Near you He is,
Recognise Him,
A man saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all faces. Nothing counts. Everything is a fake. Dust to dust and ashes to ashes and then an old darkness and a useless silence. So he saw it all. Then he went to a Mischa Elman concert. Two hours waves of sound beat on his eardrums. Music washed something or other inside him. Music broke down and rebuilt something or other in his head and heart. He joined in five encores for the young Russian Jew with the fiddle. When he got outside his heels hit the sidewalk a new way.