You stand before the
mirror
in imprecation,
pressing your ulna
to the cracked paint.
Zeal for your house— Zeal for the name—
What is it that you
have?
Eyes and tongue.
What is it that you
want?
Peace, and more than peace.
The world entire.
Another world.
And what have you done
in the earth?
Many things, and few.
Were they worth the
doing?
I do not know.
And what will you do?
God! I do not know.
Attend.
There are wheels in the
air,
luminous and free.
There are drums in the
sea
whose beat you have
heard.
There is a face in the
fire,
too fierce for your
eyes.
And what will you say?
Zeal for the house— Zeal for the name—
Life is longer than you know.
