Nathalia Crane - Gods Quotes

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The very serpents bite their tails; the bees forget to sting,
For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering. And the touch of absent mindedness is more than any line,
Since direction counts for nothing when the gods set up a sign.

Nathalia Crane
The gods released a vision on a world forespent and dull;
They sent it as a challenge by the sea hawk and the gull. It roused the Norman eagerness, the Albion cliffs turned red:
You fly the wings of logic — can you fly the wings of lead?

Nathalia Crane
Lo and behold! God made this
starry wold,
The maggot and the mold; lo and
behold!
He taught the grass contentment
blade by blade,
The sanctity of sameness in a shade.

Nathalia Crane
A thousand ardent oilers swung the long spout 'twixt their nods,
And tried to glimpse a meaning in the challenge of the gods. And then one night there landed on a Mineola swale
A plane that looked like pewter, with a carrier of mail. Its wings were tinged like tea-box skins, each truss of shadow gray,
Its cabin but an alcove slung beneath a metal ray. The Spirit of St. Louis was inscribed upon the lee;
It came from out a province that had never seen the sea.

Nathalia Crane
The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down;
The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown; The Roman rolls from left to right from Maytime unto May;
But the gods shake up their symbols in an absent-minded way. Their language runs to circles like the language of the eyes,
Emphasised by strange dilations with little panting sighs.

Nathalia Crane