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,
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,
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.
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 spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,