the
mightiest
of our young men was born under a star in the
midwinter.
American Poetry - 1922 - A Miscellany
.. I come of a very mighty race....
Adam was a mighty man, and Noah a captain of the moving waters,
Moses was a stern and splendid king, yea, so was Moses....
Give me more songs like David's to shake my throat to the pit of the
belly,
And let me roll in the Isaiah thunder....
Ho!
the
mightiest
of our young men was born under a star in the
midwinter.
...
His name is written on the sun and it is frosted on the moon....
Earth breathes him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over
the Earth.
Mighty race! mighty race!--my flesh, my flesh
Is a cup of song,
Is a well in Asia....
I go about with a dark heart where the Ages sit in a divine
thunder.
