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Proportionate

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Harry Crosby, 1898–1929

90 words

I never go to church to pray
Among the crowded pews
Nor kneel before a crucifix
To hail the king of Jews

I never say a prayer
To Saint or Holy Ghost
Nor listen to the preacher’s word
That talks of sin the most

But in a pair of eyes
Or drinking silver gin
Or in the colors of a dress
My soul begins to sing

And sunbeams on the wall
Reveal sometimes for me
The beauty that I weave for God
And for Eternity.

From Harry Crosby, Chariot of the Sun (Paris: At the Sign of the Sundial, 1928)