Autobiography : New York
IX
I am afraid
because of the foolishness
I have spoken.
I must diet
on silence;
strengthen myself
with quiet.
Where is the wisdom
with which I may be medicined?
I will walk by myself
and cure myself
in the sunshine and the wind.
XXXI
The sky is cloudy
but the clouds—
as the long day ends—
are pearl and rose;
spring has come
to the streets,
spring has come to the sky.
Sit still
beside the open window
and let the wind
the gentle wind,
blow in your face;
sit still
and fold your hands—
empty your heart of thoughts,
your mind of dreams.
Te deum
Not because of victories
I sing,
having none,
but for the common sunshine,
the breeze,
the largess of the spring.
Not for victory
but for the day's work done
as well as I was able;
not for a seat upon the dais
but at the common table.