THE WHEEL
New spokes, hinges at different angles, new sockets,
And whirl it off once more?
And whirl it off once more?
III.
"I think God sits and spins His wheels,
Hoping to find the perfect way. . . .
Knowing He never will:
Spinning with restless nebulæ and vagrant comets,
And the streaming shine of the Milky Way.
It will whirl down, some day.
"I think God sits and spins His wheels,
Hoping to find the perfect way. . . .
Knowing He never will:
Spinning with restless nebulæ and vagrant comets,
And the streaming shine of the Milky Way.
It will whirl down, some day.
"He tried vast changes on earth:
Warm seas, gross lizards and dragons in the air,
Rending and raging beasts;
The spokes now brown-skinned men,
Now Greek and Roman conquerors,
Now gold-hungry men of the north. . . .
He lets men tinker and potter with wheels,
Vague human brotherhoods, visions of warless earth,
Bodiless wheels-within-wheels of thought,
Drifting far out of space and time and things. . . .
Look! The wheel spins on;
Warm seas, gross lizards and dragons in the air,
Rending and raging beasts;
The spokes now brown-skinned men,
Now Greek and Roman conquerors,
Now gold-hungry men of the north. . . .
He lets men tinker and potter with wheels,
Vague human brotherhoods, visions of warless earth,
Bodiless wheels-within-wheels of thought,
Drifting far out of space and time and things. . . .
Look! The wheel spins on;
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