VAGRANT VERSE
MOMENTS. Our life is but a wreath of moment!; theso «. - Bring us great joys, white glory and deep pain, Beauty’s tall form, and love, and song’i refrain, And knowing these we know all verities. Lucid like leaves in sunlight memories, The token of these moments to the brain. Are the few truth that lastingly remain To light a torch in our perplexities. And the most perfect moment is the twilight’s When we see golden strands through mist; the sky lights Its stars; a radiance shines through all things— Truth, seraph with bare sword and firetipped wings, We seem to see beyond our turbid strife, Yet there is no flamed truth but that is life. —Louis Zukofsky in The Morningside.
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Southland Times, Issue 18937, 10 May 1923, Page 4
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121VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 18937, 10 May 1923, Page 4
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