Summer 1956 • Vol. XVIII No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 1956 |

Sermon on the Amount of Love

I. Ungainly and depraved states Give man his force in these days, When tormented he can act and hope Correction; when he can hope, still Hope is; at a certain low ebb of fortune Nothing can be done but lament the time. No true man will be blinking brutalities, But bear them as he may. God's gaze Is still, as it was, forever ambiguous; His need for the sufferings of man is also Ambiguous; man's fall, man's false step Was once intellectual fascination. Experience is active devastation, The truth is less freedom than it is ruth. Whoever thought the passionate heart of desire Would last was full of force: fatality Broods over human fallibility, a name For what is unconquerable to our power. Musing upon the vastness of change, I cringe Before the mobility and potence of time, Yet face to the music, and, assuming the worst, Cannot help but enjoy the gross assault. Savageries of action only aspire To keep fresh animal certitude, While intelligence, at balance in the skies, Knows not wh

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