torsdag 6. mars 2014

Marvels and wonders and lifts its tiny palms from this world's cradle towards the still uncaptured in infinite space !


Only she who nurses
And he who's held a chisel;
Only she who dances
And he who dances
And he who's held an arm;
They only - and the earth's
Bosom sensing rain
Move the spirit's veil
---Into a thrilling swirl !


The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind ...


The Sphinx my way in a dark cave
Ever hungry for truths
Like a tax-man beggar or knave
Mole-string travellers with cries of "Truth !" 


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