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WHY did you hate to be by yourself, | |||
And why were you sick of your own company? | ::: And why were you sick of your own company? | ||
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Such the question, and this the answer: | Such the question, and this the answer: | ||
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I feared sublimity: | I feared sublimity: | ||
I was a little afraid of God: | 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... | Silence and space terrified me, bringing the thought of | ||
::: what an irritable clod I was and how soon death | |||
::: would gulp me down ... | |||
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This fear has reared cities: | This fear has reared cities: | ||
The cowards flock together by the millions lest they should be left alone for a half hour... | The cowards flock together by the millions lest they | ||
::: should be left alone for a half hour ... | |||
With church, theater and school, | With church, theater and school, | ||
With office, mill and motor, | With office, mill and motor, | ||
With a thousand cunning devices, and clever calls to each other, | With a thousand cunning devices, and clever calls to | ||
They escape from themselves to the crowd... | ::: each other, | ||
They escape from themselves to the crowd ... | |||
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Oh, I have loved it all: | Oh, I have loved it all: | ||
Snug rooms, the talk, the pleasant feast, the pictures: | Snug rooms, the talk, the pleasant feast, the pictures: | ||
The warm bath of humanity in which I relaxed and soaked myself: | The warm bath of humanity in which I relaxed and | ||
And never, I hope, shall I be without | ::: soaked myself: | ||
And never, I hope, shall I be without it—at times ... | |||
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But now myself calls me... | But now myself calls me ... | ||
The skies demand me, though it is but ten in the morning: | The skies demand me, though it is but ten in the | ||
The earth has an appointment with me, not to be broken... | ::: morning: | ||
I must accustom myself to the gaunt face of the Sub-time... | 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, | 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... | And what this city is for, and the Earth and the stars | ||
::: in their hurry ... | |||
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To invent a new breakfast food, | To invent a new breakfast food, | ||
To devise a dance that was never danced until now, | To devise a dance that was never danced until now, | ||
To urge a new sanitation, and a swifter | To urge a new sanitation, and a swifter automobile— | ||
Have the life-surging heavens no business but this? | Have the life-surging heavens no business but this? | ||
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Revision as of 09:31, 15 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?