Charles Erskine Scott Wood

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Portrait of Charles Erskine Scott Wood Charles Erskine Scott Wood The Poet in the Desert (1915)

Oppressors. Neither the freedom of the primal struggle, Nor the freedom of the ultimate peace. Society, a hoofed monster, trampling to death the race. Truth, dweller in the starry places, More elusive than moonlight upon the sea, tremulous. Let me behold your brow which is vague as night, infinite. Let me look into your eyes which are deeper than the
skies of this Desert.
Where are you. Truth, where are you?
Shadowy, appearing, disappearing, ever retreating.
As the mirage of the Desert which lures to the glittering
Death-spaces ; always advancing, never overtaken.
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Portrait of Charles Erskine Scott Wood Charles Erskine Scott Wood The Poet in the Desert (1915)

The Sun is her servitor, the Stars are her attendants ;
running before her. She sings a song unto her own ears, solitary, but it is
sufficient. It is the song of her being. O if I may sing the song of
my being it will be sufficient. She is like a jeweled dancer, dancing upon a pavement of
gold; Dazzling, so that the eyes must be shaded. She wears the stars upon her bosom and braids her hair
with the constellations.
I know the Desert is beautiful, for I have lain in her arms
and she has kissed me. I have come to her, that I may know Freedom
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Portrait of Charles Erskine Scott Wood Charles Erskine Scott Wood The Pacific Monthly (1905)

Some day the vast masses which make up the armies and navies which go out to be killed, as well as the armies and navies which create all wealth, will realize where justice lies and will meet all argument about governing classes and vested rights with no more respectful argument than, "Pish! A nation is its people, not its overlords, and for the good of the people all things must bend or break."
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