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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
 
God
By Henry Bellamann
 
I OFTEN spend week-ends in heaven,
And so I know him well.
Most times he is too busy thinking things
To talk;
But then, I like his still aloofness        5
And superior ease.
I can’t imagine him in armor, or in uniform,
Or blowing like a windy Caesar
Across the fields of Europe,
Or snooping in my mind        10
To find what I am thinking,
Or being jealous of the darling idols
I have made.
If ever that slim word—aristocrat—
Belonged to anyone, it is to God.        15
You should see him steadying the wings
Of great thoughts starting out
On flight—
Very like a scientist trying a machine.
Patrician, cool, in a colored coat        20
Rather like a mandarin’s;
Silver sandals—quite a picture!
I can’t see him
Fluttering in wrathful haste,
Or dancing like a fool.        25
 
I don’t go there often—
Only when I’m at my best.
I save up things:
Pictures of the sea wild with white foam,
Stories of engines beating through the clouds,        30
News of earth in storm and sun,
Some new songs—the best.
 
He’s fond of being entertained
With what I choose to tell him of myself—
Very kind about tomorrow,        35
Indifferent of yesterday.
 
He’s like that—
God in his heaven—alone.
I know, for I made him, put him there
Myself.        40
 
 
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