I shed my song on the feet of all men, On the feet of all shed out like wine, On the whole and the hurt I shed my bounty, The beauty within me that is not mine. Turn not away from my song, nor scorn me, Nor spurn me here from your heart, to hate me! Yet hate me here if you will-not so Myself you hate, but the Love within me That loves you, whether you would or no. Here love returns with love to the lover, NIRVANA Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels, I have forgotten you long, long ago, Like the sweet silver singing of thin bells Vanished, or music fading faint and low. Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels, Who loved you so. LOVE AND LIBERATION Lift your arms to the stars You are armed with love, with love, What of good and evil, EARTH Grasshopper, your fairy song Of that drowsy heart of hers When from her deep dream she stirs: You and I are but her voice. Deftly does the dust express Equally her beauty flows Into a savior, or a rose— Looks down in dream, and from above Smiles at herself in Jesus' love. The awful message of the ground. The serene and humble mold Does in herself all selves enfold- Even as the growing grass, Toiling up the steep ascent Toward the complete accomplishment When all dust shall be, the whole Universe, one conscious soul. Yea, the quiet and cool sod Bears in her breast the dream of God. If you would know what earth is, scan For she is pity, she is love, All wisdom, she, all thoughts that move Yea, and this, my poem, too, THIS QUIET DUST Here in my curving hands I cup This quiet dust; I lift it up.ouzairites feasting Here is the mother of all thought; For, as all flesh must die, so all, Joyce Kilmer (Alfred) Joyce Kilmer was born at New Brunswick, New Jersey, December 6, 1886. He was graduated from Rutgers College in 1904 and received his A.B. from Columbia in 1906. After leaving Columbia he became, in rapid succession, instructor of Latin at Morristown High School, editor of a journal for horsemen, book salesman, book-reviewer, lexicographer, æsthete, interviewer, socialist and churchman. After Kilmer became converted to Catholicism his conception of the church was the Church Militant. "His thought," writes his biographer, Robert Cortes Holliday, "dwelt continually on warriorsaints. . . . As he saw it, there was no question as to his duty." In 1917 Kilmer joined the Officers' Reserve Training Corps, but he soon resigned from this. In less than three weeks after America entered the World War, he enlisted as a private in the Seventh Regiment, National Guard, New York. Shortly before the regiment left New York for Spartanburg, South Carolina, Kilmer was transferred at his own request to the 165th Infantry. In spite of his avowed militancy, Kilmer was "a poet trying to be a soldier"; he made no effort to glorify war; his one hope was to wring some spiritual satisfaction out of the brutality. |