WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
in the flood
yet to come
I’m tied up
in the prison
yet to exist
Not having played
the game of chess
Not having tasted
a single cup
of your wine
I’m already drunk
Not having entered
wounded and slain
I no longer
know the difference
Like the shadow
I am not