Jules Romains Poems

THESE last few days I have not had one letter;
No one has thought of writing, in the town.
O! I was not expecting anything;
I can exist and think in isolation,
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The shop-keepers on their chairs
Have marked out God along the walls,
And when the sky becomes dark,
I saw some one who raised my arm.
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For years the snow has been falling,
The sky is so leaden and low,
That men of high stature
Are almost afraid of knocking against it
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The self-deceit of having wrought the light.

PEOPLE arrive to worship in their church.
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Beings have molten forms and lives together.

THE sunshine cannot make the barracks glad.
Its seeming happiness is real pain;
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O MULTITUDE!
Here in the hollow of
The theatre, and docile to its walls,
Thou mouldest to its carcase all thy flesh,
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I DID not wish to come into this street.

My heart, to be contented, needed now
A boulevard to a Cathedral's base.
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I WISH for nothing more
Than my emotion of now;
There is nothing one is bound to know,
And if my chest inflates,
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A GROUP dies on the causey; I am pleased
As any little lad that pelts with earth.
And now men are dispersing, keeping step;
Suddenly seems one of their steps to kindle;
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