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A rock whereon the sea beats tirelesslyWith futile handsYou are.The patient stoneNo tides or storms can stir.Under your shadowI remember deathAnd the remorseless stars who wereYour ancient bright companions in the sky.
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Are you no moreThan an embodied hunger?Gnawing stillAt the unanswered riddle.You spurn the kingly crumbs,But you bring breadTo those who share your spiritual fast.
The Yale ReviewBabette Deutsch


THE MOMENT OF BEAUTY
Up through the mud and gravel Beauty climbsTo light plain things of earth in sun and wet,Till what we must have passed a thousand timesWe some day see, and never can forget!Strange how the thousand times fade out at lastAnd leave the one time when our eyes could see—How Beauty with a touch rubs out the Past,And sets a new mark up for memory.A boulder beautiful beyond belief,Witch-hazel blossoms bitten by the cold,Touched with a sudden beauty, bright and brief,Make pictures that we see till we are old;

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