Revolt

Eunice Tietjens

I will cry out against the intellect,
The balanced thought, the judgment, the cool wind
That blows across thin reaches of the mind.
Grant it a sterile beauty! I respect
These crystal mathematics which direct
Our new material progress, and I find
Polarity of light holds a new kind
Of interest for one who can reflect.

Yet mind can kill the soul that houses it,
Slow as a glacier kills; for mind forgets
It is the handmaid only. Life upsets
Mind when it pleases—scraps it as unfit.
Let me decry cool mind, and sing the flash,
The glowing core, that burns it to an ash.