They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown;
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet My window-sill is level with the faces in the street — Drifting past, driftin...
Mary didn't give birth to God
Mary isn't the mother of God
Mary is one mother among many mothers
Mary gave birth to a son,a son among many sons
Gather the stars if you wish it so
Gather the songs and keep them
Gather the faces of women
Gather for keeping years and years
The light of our
Went and came in the gloom:
It was dark in the little room
Dark, and then, in the dark,
Kind faces smiling,
Nodding politely at words
They don’t seem to understand,
Show me pictures