Sonnets from a Lock Box - Part of 15
How many a priest with many an anxious prayer
Has bade us worship in what devious ways;
Some with rich ceremonials of praise,
And some with mighty rituals of despair.
They have cried before the Pleiads and the Bear,
The Moon that rules the night, the Sun the days.
A fiercer God has seized me by the hair.
I was that savage they could never tame—
The Bull, the Snake, the Ibis and Ibex—
I have preferred a wilder holier name
And bring my queries to the sacred X.
So do Great Fortunes bow their heads and muse
Whether the Sign will give it or refuse.
Has bade us worship in what devious ways;
Some with rich ceremonials of praise,
And some with mighty rituals of despair.
They have cried before the Pleiads and the Bear,
The Moon that rules the night, the Sun the days.
A fiercer God has seized me by the hair.
I was that savage they could never tame—
The Bull, the Snake, the Ibis and Ibex—
I have preferred a wilder holier name
And bring my queries to the sacred X.
So do Great Fortunes bow their heads and muse
Whether the Sign will give it or refuse.
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