Taoist
SE friends of Lao-Tzu, those wise old men Dozing all day in lemon-silken robes, With tomes of beaten jade spread knee to knee, And pipe-stem, shining cold with silver, poised In steaming play, and still a finger free To dog the path of some forgotten pen; Almost their bee-sweet ancient words incline My mind to those old pagan ways, beloved By mandarins and mages, now but dust In drowsy pyramids.
What creed is this, Save that which those philosophers discussed In gold pavilions, over musky wine? "Repenting always of forgotten wrongs Will never bring thy heart to rest, for thought Repairs no whit of evil; rather cast Thy meditations in that utter void To which all human deeds resolve at last . . . ." So runs the burden of their thousand songs. Here, in this dark Star-Chamber of the soul, You stand arraigned,
O slayer of my heart . . . But I am tired of hoarding up the grist Of anger, and remember Lao-Tzu. Revenge is empty to the Taoist, And tears of penitence a futile toll!
Kenneth Slessor
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