I could not find the way to God;
There were too many flaming suns
For signposts, and the fearful road
Led over wastes where millions
Of tangled comets hissed and burned—
I was bewildered and I turned.


Poem The White Moth


I could not find the way to God; There were too many flaming suns For signposts, and the fearful road Led over wastes where millions Of tangled...

I could not find the way to God; There were too many flaming suns For signposts, and the fearful road Led over wastes where millions Of tangled...

I could not find the way to God; There were too many flaming suns For signposts, and the fearful road Led over wastes where millions Of tangled...

I could not find the way to God; There were too many flaming suns For signposts, and the fearful road Led over wastes where millions Of tangled...