before the Nazarene, he stepped, with me, thus
into timelessness.
The stone beside us waxes old, the carven stone that
says: _On this spot once Confucius stood and
felt the smallness of the world below._

The stone grows old.
Eternity
Is not for stones.

But I shall go down from this airy space, this swift
white peace, this stinging exultation;
And time will close about me, and my soul stir to the
rhythm of the daily round.
Yet, having known, life will not press so close, and
always I shall feel time ravel thin about me;
For once I stood
In the white windy presence of eternity.

Tai Shan


The Dandy

He swaggers in green silk and his two coats are lined
with fur. Above his velvet shoes his trim, bound
ankles twinkle pleasantly.
His nails are of the longest.
Quite the glass of fashion is Mr. Chu!
In one slim hand--the ultimate punctilio--dangles