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marianne moore - in distrust of merits lyrics

strengthened to live, strengthened to die for
medals and positioned victories?
they’re fighting, fighting, fighting the blind
man who thinks he sees, —
who cannot see that the enslaver is
enslaved; the hater, harmed. o shining o
firm star, o tumultuous
ocean lashed till small things go
as they will, the mountainous
wave makes us who look, know

depth. lost at sea before they fought! o
star of david, star of bethlehem
o black imperial lion
of the lord — emblem
of a risen world — be joinеd at last, be
joined. therе is hate’s crown beneath which all is
death; there’s love’s without which none
is king; the blessed deeds bless
the halo. as contagion
of sickness makes sickness

contagion of trust can make trust. they’re
fighting in deserts and caves, one by
one, in battalions and squadrons;
they’re fighting that i
may yet recover from the disease, my
self ; some have it lightly, some will die. ” man’s
wolf to man? ” and we devour
ourselves? the enemy could not
have made a greater breach in our
defenses. one pilot+
ing a blind man can escape him, but
job disheartened by false comfort knew
that nothing is so defeating
as a blind man who
can see. o alive who are dead, who are
proud not to see, o small dust of the earth
that walks so arrogantly
trust begets power and faith is
an affectionate thing. we
vow, we make this promise

to the fighting — it’s a promise — ” we’ll
never hate black, white, red, yellow, jew
gentile, untouchable. ” we are
not competent to
make our vows. with set jaw they are fighting
fighting, fighting, — some we love whom we know
some we love but know not — that
hearts may feel and not be numb
it cures me; or am i what
i can’t believe in? some

in snow, some on crags, some in quicksands
little by little, much by much, they
are fighting fighting fighting that where
there was death there may
be life. ” when a man is prey to anger
he is moved by outside things; when he holds
his ground in patience patience
patience, that is action or
beauty, ” the soldier’s defense
and hardest armor for
the fight. the world’s an orphan’s home. shall
we never have peace without sorrow?
without pleas of the dying for
help that won’t come? o
quiet form upon the dust, i cannot
look and yet i must. if these great patient
dyings — all these agonies
and wound bearings and blood shed —
can teach us how to live, these
dyings were not wasted

hate+hardened heart, o heart of iron
iron is iron till it is rust
there never was a war that was
not inward; i must
fight till i have conquered in myself what
causes war, but i would not believe it
i inwardly did nothing
o iscariotlike crime!
beauty is everlasting
and dust is for a time

- marianne moore lyrics

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