NO PEACE
A curse is on man, the
curse of his hungers;
There is no peace for man,
no peace, no rest
Ever on earth because of
the gnawing hungers
Forever, forever
contending in his breast.
Happy a man who could
watch without sighing
The frail brief flowering
of the cherry tree;
Happy the heart that could
lie still as a pool
Before beauty and beauty's
unsolved ecstasy.
Man and his hungers build
the world over
Nearer, nearer to their
heart's desire...
(Nearer? Nearer? Never any
nearer:
Man and his hungers change
like fire.)
He builds and destroys; he
builds and hunger;
He watches the sky, his
hand on his breast.
Happy the man who can name
his chimaera,
Desired forever, forever
unpossessed.
THE SKYSCRAPER
San Francisco Telephone
Building
What are you building up
there so high?
I am lifting a flower up
into the sky.
Did ever a lily so lithe
and neat
Grow to the sun from a
stone street?
Elsa Gidlow
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