Fog
Invisible gulls with human voices cry in the sea-cloud
‘There is room, wild minds,
Up high in the cloud; the web and the feather remember
Three elements, but here
Is but one, and the webs and the feathers
Subduing but the one
Are the greater, with strength and to spare.’ You dream, wild
criers,
The peace that all life
Dreams gluttonously, the infinite self that has eaten
Environment, and lives
Alone, unencroached on, perfectly gorged, one God.
Caesar and Napoleon
Visibly acting their dream of that solitude, Christ and Gautama,
Being God, devouring
The world with atonement for God’s sake . . . ah sacred hungers,
The conqueror’s, the prophet’s,
The lover’s, the hunger of the sea-beaks, slaves of the last peace,
Worshippers of oneness.
