A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.
There came a drooping maid with violets,
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
"It was wrong to do this," said the angel.
"You should live like a flower,
Holding malice like a puppy,
Waging war like a lambkin."
A man went before a strange God --
The God of many men, sadly wise.
And the deity thundered loudly,
Fat with rage, and puffing.
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
And you love me
I love you.