A CHAIR YOU
CANNOT MOVE
CANNOT MOVE
Sit here, then, thou reliant quibble-master, the
one who will not stop, 'midst all your glooms of
gold and gilt - for I have heard you too, as well,
and for what reason even I am not so sure.
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Oh frigate on the choppy sea, how unlike you all
this be : stepping-stone fast forward, recollected.
windswept, or broken, this ship of mind floats on.
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These waters which can drown us, are they not all -
as Whitman said - the seas of God? Passage to
you! Mastership to you! Then, celebrate, yes!
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'Lo, Soul, Seest thou not God's purpose from the
first?' The Earth to be spanned, men to become
brothers and sisters to be sisters? I wish't all to
handle the selfsame love of goal and purpose
together, riding these human waves still.
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