Though the road lead nowhere
I have followed the road
In its blind turnings, its descents
And the long levels where the emptiness
ahead
Is inescapably seen.
I have cried for justice, I have cried
For mercy, now I desire neither.
A man may grow strong in his wandering,
His foot as strong as a wheel
Turning the endless road.
Foot and hand hardened to horn,
Nose but a hook of bone, eyes
Not liquid now but stone—I
To myself violent, fiercely exult
In Zion everywhere.
_____________