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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOD, by HENRY BELLAMANN Poet's Biography First Line: I often spend week-ends in heaven Last Line: Myself. Subject(s): God; God | |||
I often spend week-ends in heaven, And so I know him well. Most times he is too busy thinking things To talk; But then, I like his still aloofness And superior ease. I can't imagine him in armor, or in uniform, Or blowing like a windy Caesar Across the fields of Europe, Or snooping in my mind To find what I am thinking, Or being jealous of the darling idols I have made. If ever that slim word -- aristocrat -- Belonged to anyone, it is to God. You should see him steadying the wings Of great thoughts starting out On flight -- Very like a scientist trying a machine. Patrician, cool, in a colored coat Rather like a mandarin's; Silver sandals -- quite a picture! I can't see him Fluttering in wrathful haste, Or dancing like a fool. I don't go there often -- Only when I'm at my best. I save up things: Pictures of the sea wild with white foam, Stories of engines beating through the clouds, News of earth in storm and sun, Some new songs -- the best. He's fond of being entertained With what I choose to tell him of myself -- Very kind about tomorrow, Indifferent of yesterday. He's like that -- God in his heaven -- alone. I know, for I made him, put him there Myself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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