MITES in your baby battles splitting my clouds with noise! Orgy and revel of death! Play on! Play on! Yet none of your puny thunders disturb the mountain-poise Where I, your God, am waiting calm and alone. Play on! Let your flying angers quiver through tranquil light That falls from my steadfast love on your shameless skins! Ho! I, your God, am laughing! Beyond all vision of right, Beyond all judgment mounteth the sum of your sins! Play on! And splash with your blood the walls of your darkened cities, Batter your brains on the threshold of hell for a show. Still I, your God, am gentle, gracious, of infinite pities, I am unmoved, because of things that I know. I am unmoved. Have the whirling blasts of your blasphemies stirred The flowers on this mountain? All heaven is calm as a lake. Tides move to the mood of my moons, dawn comes with its heralding bird, Faith prowls with my jungle brutes, my suns are awake. Play on till the squandered bounties are wasted, and finally fall My laws from your memory. Who shall replenish your lands, Should I in my vengeance refuse your grovelling prayers when you all Come reaching up for forgiveness with bloody hands? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |