A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.
There came a drooping maid with violets,
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
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.
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
A man went before a strange God --
The God of many men, sadly wise.
And the deity thundered loudly,
Fat with rage, and puffing.
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,
Spreads its curious opinion
To a million merciful and sneering men,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.