56 Poets’ Vanity
Glue, only glue to me dispense,
The wood I’ll find myself, don’t fear!
To give four senseless verses sense—
That’s an achievement I revere!
57
Taste in Choosing.
If to choose my niche precise
Freedom I could win from fate,
I’d be in midst of Paradise—
Or, sooner still—before the gate!
58
The Crooked Nose.
Wide blow your nostrils, and across
The land your nose holds haughty sway:
So you, unhorned rhinoceros,
Proud mannikin, fall forward aye!
The one trait with the other goes:
A straight pride and a crooked nose.
59
The Pen is Scratching....
The pen is scratching: hang the pen!
To scratching I’m condemned to sink!
I grasp the inkstand fiercely then
And write in floods of flowing ink.
How broad, how full the stream’s career!
What luck my labours doth requite!
’Tis true, the writing’s none too clear—
What then? Who reads the stuff I write?
60
Loftier Spirits.
This man’s climbing up—let us praise him—
But that other we love
From aloft doth eternally move,
So above even praise let us raise him,
He comes from above!
61
The Sceptic Speaks.
Your life is half-way o’er;
The clock-hand moves; your soul is thrilled with fear,
It roamed to distant shore
And sought and found not, yet you—linger here!
Your life is half-way o’er;
That hour by hour was pain and error sheer:
Why stay? What seek you more?
“That’s what I’m seeking—reasons why I’m here!”
62
Ecce Homo.
Yes, I know where I’m related,
Like the flame, unquenched, unsated,
I consume myself and glow:
All’s turned to light I lay my hand on,
All to coal that I abandon,
Yes, I am a flame, I know!
63
Star Morality.6
Foredoomed to spaces vast and far,
What matters darkness to the star?
Roll calmly on, let time go by,
Let sorrows pass thee—nations die!
Compassion would but dim the light
That distant worlds will gladly sight.
To thee one law—be pure and bright!