Skjønt Himlen taug og Dagens Hersker smiilte,
Saae Vandreren en svanger Torden-Skye,
Han saae kun den — han kjendte den og iilte;
Med lange Skrit i Tide til et Lye
Lær mig
Vor Sjæl er Ild, — som utaknemmelig,
Fortærer det hvorved den føder sig
Er det kun Lyst som viise glædes ved;
Hvor arm er da vor Jord paa Salighed!
Mistvivlende kun Sjælen trækker
Igjennem Støv sin dorske Krop,
Hvor kedelig sig Søen strækker,
Og Landet gabende seer op -
God gives his child upon his slate a sum-
To find eternity in hours and years;
With both sides covered, back the child doth come,
His dim eyes swollen with shed and unshed tears;
God smiles, wipes clean the upper side and nether,
And says, 'Now, dear, we'll do the sum together!'
Kim, composite of all my loves,
less real than most, more real than all;
of my making, all the good and
some of the bad, yet of yourself;
sole, unique, strong, alone,
whole, independent, one: yet mine
in that you cannot be unfaithful.
RINGS of iron gray smoke; a woman’s steel face … looking … looking.
Funnels of an ocean liner negotiating a fog night; pouring a taffy mass down the wind; layers of soot on the top deck; a taffrail … and a woman’s steel face … looking … looking.
Cliffs challenge humped; sudden arcs form on a gull’s wing in the storm’s vortex; miles of white horses plow through a stony beach; stars, clear sky, and everywhere free climbers calling; and a woman’s steel face … looking … looking …
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Sand of the sea runs red
Where the sunset reaches and quivers.
Sand of the sea runs yellow
Where the moon slants and wavers.
An 'actors' cemetery'! Sure
The devil never tires
Of planning places to procure
The sticks to feed his fires.
