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Revision as of 14:29, 1 July 2024
Author | Oppenheim, James |
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Genre | Poetry |
Journal or Book | Songs for the New Era |
Publisher | The Century Co. |
Year of Publication | 1914 |
Pages | 7-8 |
Additional information | - |
WHY did you hate to be by yourself,
And why were you sick of your own company?
Such the question, and this the answer:
I feared sublimity:
I was a little afraid of God:
Silence and space terrified me, bringing the thought of
what an irritable clod I was and how soon death
would gulp me down...
This fear has reared cities:
The cowards flock together by the millions lest they
should be left alone for a half hour...
With church, theater and school,
With office, mill and motor,
With a thousand cunning devices, and clever calls to
each other,
They escape from themselves to the crowd...
Oh, I have loved it all:
Snug rooms, the talk, the pleasant feast, the pictures:
The warm bath of humanity in which I relaxed and
soaked myself:
And never, I hope, shall I be without it—at times . . .
But now myself calls me...
The skies demand me, though it is but ten in the
morning:
The earth has an appointment with me, not to be
broken...
I must accustom myself to the gaunt face of the Sub-
time...
I must see what I really am, and what I am for,
And what this city is for, and the Earth and the stars
in their hurry...
To turn out typewriters,
To invent a new breakfast food,
To devise a dance that was never danced until now,
To urge a new Sanitation, and a swifter automobile—
Have the life-surging heavens no business but this?