Winter 1949 • Vol. XI No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1949 |

But Choose

Judgment and cash and health and faith in God go wrong. Venus the queen of love and lovely Mrs. Adams age, Of which men weary. Water gets in behind the stone, A stain; and the wars that were to end the wars rage. When was it we spoke saying terrible things aloud, And any honorable man could beat his breast for woe? The meat at my table lies cold on the plates, uncut, If one there names cancer or a divorce all there know. Nobody wants to hear of hard times the heart has, How grief stops it, how it fails when an only son Stiffens in paralysis, how death has taken it aback Doing to a dear friend what elsewhere death has done. Old Testament Job is my familiar respectable neighbor. Who would have thought his fortune could fall so low? I went to see him sitting dirty, crazy, in a rubbish And ruin of himself. There he was; who else would go? Shall I not name him? May I not speak of the spirit He burned with, so like fire consuming a hard wood, And the wood the world burning,

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