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By Roz Driscoll ’67<\/strong><\/p>\n In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture\u2014but the host and I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, How the flukes splash! Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I do not know what is untried and afterward, Each who passes is consider’d, each who stops is consider’d, not a single one can it fail.<\/p>\n It cannot fail the young man who died and was buried, By Roz Driscoll ’67 In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture\u2014but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes? The sky up there\u2014yet here or next door, or across the way? The saints and sages in history\u2014but you yourself? Sermons, creeds, theology\u2014but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6216,"featured_media":403,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-402","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blackout-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6216"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=402"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":438,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402\/revisions\/438"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/403"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=402"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=402"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=402"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhostess, and the look out of their eyes?
\nThe sky up there\u2014yet here or next door, or across the way?
\nThe saints and sages in history\u2014but you yourself?
\nSermons, creeds, theology\u2014but the fathomless human brain,
\nAnd what is reason? and what is love? and what is life?<\/p>\n
\nMy faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,
\nEnclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern,
\nBelieving I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years,
\nWaiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, saluting the sun,
\nMaking a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in the circle of obis,
\nHelping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,
\nDancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt
\nand austere in the woods a gymnosophist,
\nDrinking mead from the skull-cup, to Shastas and Vedas admirant, minding the Koran,
\nWalking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife,
\nbeating the serpent-skin drum,
\nAccepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine,
\nTo the mass kneeling or the puritan’s prayer rising, or sitting patiently in a pew,
\nRating and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till my spirit arouses me,
\nLooking forth on pavement and and, or outside of pavement and land,
\nBelonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits.<\/p>\n
\na man leaving charges before a journey.<\/p>\n
\nFrivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten’d, atheistical,
\nI know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.<\/p>\n
\nHow they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!<\/p>\n
\nI take my place among you as much as among any,
\nThe past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same,
\nAnd what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the same.<\/p>\n
\nBut I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.<\/p>\n
\nNor the young woman who died and was put by his side,
\nNor the little child that peep’d in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again,
\nNor the old man who has lived without purpose, and feels it with bitterness worse than gall,
\nNor him in the poor house tubercled by rum and the bad disorder,
\nNor the numberless slaughter’d and wreck’d, nor the brutish
\nkoboo call’d the ordure of humanity,
\nNor the sacs merely floating with open mouths for food to slip in,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"