In Which, contrary to Artistic Custom, the moral of the piece is
placed before the reader.
(From the first Khandaka of the Mahavagga: “There Buddha thus
addressed his disciples: ‘Everything, O mendicants, is burning.
With what fire is it burning? I declare unto you it is burning with
the fire of passion, with the fire of anger, with the fire of
ignorance. It is burning with the anxieties of birth, decay and
death, grief, lamentation, suffering and despair.... A disciple,
... becoming weary of all that, divests himself of passion. By
absence of passion, he is made free.’”)
[Sidenote: _To be intoned after the manner of a priestly service._]
I once knew a teacher,
Who turned from desire,
Who said to the young men,
“Wine is a fire.”
Who said to the merchants:--
“Gold is a flame
That sears and tortures
If you play at the game.”
I once knew a teacher
Who turned from desire
Who said to the soldiers,
“Hate is a fire.”
Who said to the statesmen:--
“Power is a flame
That flays and blisters
If you play at the game.”
I once knew a teacher
Who turned from desire,
Who said to the lordly,
“Pride is a fire.”
Who thus warned the revellers:--
“Life is a flame.
Be cold as the dew
Would you win at the game
With hearts like the stars,
[Sidenote: _Interrupting very loudly for the last time._]
With hearts like the stars.”
So BEWARE,
So BEWARE,
So BEWARE OF THE FIRE.
Clear the streets,
BOOM, BOOM,
Clear the streets,
BOOM, BOOM,
GIVE THE ENGINES ROOM,
GIVE THE ENGINES ROOM,
LEST SOULS BE TRAPPED
IN A TERRIBLE TOMB.
SAYS THE SWIFT WHITE HORSE
TO THE SWIFT BLACK HORSE:--
“THERE GOES THE ALARM,
THERE GOES THE ALARM.
THEY ARE HITCHED, THEY ARE OFF,
THEY ARE GONE IN A FLASH,
AND THEY STRAIN AT THE DRIVER’S IRON ARM.”
CLANG ... A ... RANGA ... CLANG ... A ... RANGA....
CLANG ... CLANG ... CLANG ...
CLANG ... A ... RANGA ... CLANG ... A ... RANGA....
CLANG ... CLANG ... CLANG....
CLANG ... A ... RANGA ... CLANG ... A ... RANGA.
CLANG ... CLANG ... _clang_.
_Poetry: A Magazine of Verse_ _Vachel Lindsay_