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VI
A rock whereon the sea beats tirelessly
With futile hands
You are.
The patient stone
No tides or storms can stir.
Under your shadow
I remember death
And the remorseless stars who were
Your ancient bright companions in the sky.
With futile hands
You are.
The patient stone
No tides or storms can stir.
Under your shadow
I remember death
And the remorseless stars who were
Your ancient bright companions in the sky.
VII
Are you no more
Than an embodied hunger?
Gnawing still
At the unanswered riddle.
You spurn the kingly crumbs,
But you bring bread
To those who share your spiritual fast.
Than an embodied hunger?
Gnawing still
At the unanswered riddle.
You spurn the kingly crumbs,
But you bring bread
To those who share your spiritual fast.
The Yale ReviewBabette Deutsch
THE MOMENT OF BEAUTY
Up through the mud and gravel Beauty climbs
To light plain things of earth in sun and wet,
Till what we must have passed a thousand times
We some day see, and never can forget!
Strange how the thousand times fade out at last
And leave the one time when our eyes could see—
How Beauty with a touch rubs out the Past,
And sets a new mark up for memory.
A boulder beautiful beyond belief,
Witch-hazel blossoms bitten by the cold,
Touched with a sudden beauty, bright and brief,
Make pictures that we see till we are old;
To light plain things of earth in sun and wet,
Till what we must have passed a thousand times
We some day see, and never can forget!
Strange how the thousand times fade out at last
And leave the one time when our eyes could see—
How Beauty with a touch rubs out the Past,
And sets a new mark up for memory.
A boulder beautiful beyond belief,
Witch-hazel blossoms bitten by the cold,
Touched with a sudden beauty, bright and brief,
Make pictures that we see till we are old;
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