As to Being Alone: Difference between revisions
(Created page with "<meta author="Oppenheim, James" year_of_publication="1914" genre="Poetry" publisher="New York: The Century Co." journal="Songs for the New Era" page_range="7-8" /> <annotations> == As to Being Alone == <paragraph keywords=""> <poem> WHY did you hate to be by yourself, And why were you sick of your own company? </poem> </paragraph> <paragraph keywords=""> <poem> Such the question, and this the answer: I feared sublimity: I was a little afraid of God: Sile...") |
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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: | ||
</poem> | |||
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<poem> | |||
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 | Silence and space terrified me, bringing the thought of | ||
what an irritable clod I was and how soon death | ::: what an irritable clod I was and how soon death | ||
would gulp me down... | ::: would gulp me down... | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
</paragraph> | </paragraph> | ||
<paragraph keywords="car, technology | <paragraph keywords="urban, car, engine, technology"> | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
This fear has reared cities: | This fear has reared cities: | ||
The cowards flock together by the millions lest they | The cowards flock together by the millions lest they | ||
should be left alone for a half hour... | ::: 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 | With a thousand cunning devices, and clever calls to | ||
each other, | ::: each other, | ||
They escape from themselves to the crowd... | They escape from themselves to the crowd... | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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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 | The warm bath of humanity in which I relaxed and | ||
soaked myself: | ::: soaked myself: | ||
And never, I hope, shall I be without | And never, I hope, shall I be without it—at times... | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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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 | The skies demand me, though it is but ten in the | ||
morning: | ::: morning: | ||
The earth has an appointment with me, not to be | The earth has an appointment with me, not to be | ||
broken... | ::: broken... | ||
I must accustom myself to the gaunt face of the Sub- | I must accustom myself to the gaunt face of the Sub- | ||
time... | ::: 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 | And what this city is for, and the Earth and the stars | ||
in their hurry... | ::: in their hurry... | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
</paragraph> | </paragraph> | ||
<paragraph keywords="car"> | <paragraph keywords="car, technology"> | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
To turn out typewriters, | To turn out typewriters, | ||
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 | 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? | ||
</poem> | </poem> |
Latest revision as of 16:06, 16 July 2024
Author | Oppenheim, James |
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Genre | Poetry |
Journal or Book | Songs for the New Age |
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?