Wheels An Anthology of Verse
Wheels An Anthology of Verse
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. . If I were God, and not an ounce of flesh !
59 IRIS TREE.
II.
NOW is the evening dipped knee-deep in blood And the dun hills stand fearful in their places. Cunning in sin, we shuffle down the streets With burdens of vainglory on our backs, Spinning with spider-hands the miser's web Or sitting placid, gay and fat with ease. But out beyond, the armies of the world March doomwards to the rhythm of the drum Under the thirsting sun. Death holds his state : His skeleton hands are filled with scarl...et spoil : He stands on flaming ramparts, waving high The ensign of decay. All his bones are dressed With livid roses ; all his pillars black Are girt in ashen poppies, and on dust He raises up his awful golden throne.
Oh ! your fierce shrieks have fainted on deaf ears ; Your tears have flowed on feet of carven stone ; Your blood is spilt for the boiling-pot of God Where good and evil mix ; and all your rage Is but a thin smoke wafted in His face.
60 IRIS TREE.
III.
MOUTH of the dust I kiss, corruption absolute, Worm, that shall come at last to be my paramour, Envenomed, unseen wanderer who alone is mute, Yet greater than gods or heroes that have gone before.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
. . If I were God, and not an ounce of flesh !
59 IRIS TREE.
II.
NOW is the evening dipped knee-deep in blood And the dun hills stand fearful in their places. Cunning in sin, we shuffle down the streets With burdens of vainglory on our backs, Spinning with spider-hands the miser's web Or sitting placid, gay and fat with ease. But out beyond, the armies of the world March doomwards to the rhythm of the drum Under the thirsting sun. Death holds his state : His skeleton hands are filled with scarl...et spoil : He stands on flaming ramparts, waving high The ensign of decay. All his bones are dressed With livid roses ; all his pillars black Are girt in ashen poppies, and on dust He raises up his awful golden throne.
Oh ! your fierce shrieks have fainted on deaf ears ; Your tears have flowed on feet of carven stone ; Your blood is spilt for the boiling-pot of God Where good and evil mix ; and all your rage Is but a thin smoke wafted in His face.
60 IRIS TREE.
III.
MOUTH of the dust I kiss, corruption absolute, Worm, that shall come at last to be my paramour, Envenomed, unseen wanderer who alone is mute, Yet greater than gods or heroes that have gone before.
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You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Edith Rickert to read onlineMoreLess
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