Zenith and Nadir

Roam as thou willst through space, thy zenith and nadir unite thee
Both to the heaven above, and to the axis of earth.
Whatsoever thou dost, let heaven be fraught of thy purpose,
And let Earth itself witness afford to thy deed!

A Spoonful of Cocoa

I know, the sadness
Of a terrorist's heart—
A single heart
That finds it difficult to separate words and deeds,
A heart that seeks to speak through deeds
Rather than stolen words,
A heart that hurls its own body at the enemy—
But it's a sadness always possessed by those who are serious and passionate.

On Matsukaze and Murasame

How moving, man and woman singing in one body!
She only hopes for divine aid, her heart out on the waves.
In the crazed anguish of the autumn wind, love's grass lies exposed;
ten thousand leagues of misty waves, the depth of her tears' traces.

Pious Ineptitude

Though Samoyeds have gods of carven bone,
And hoodoo-doctors, painted up to fright men,
Go scaring negro boys in Tanganyika,—
I do not flout them.
But goblins clad in black that come to drone
Into the ears of European white men
The priestly fetish-lore of Tanganyika—
I freely scout them.

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