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Flashlights

Chapter 13: MAY 11, 1915
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A compact collection of lyric sketches, reflective poems, and stories in verse that illuminate fleeting moments of urban and domestic life. Through vignette-style pieces the author observes barbershops, cafés, and crowded public spaces, probing loneliness, social exchange, and quiet moral dilemmas. Other poems turn inward to meditate on longing, rest, and mortality, sometimes adopting epistolary or conversational forms. A concluding section offers narrative metres that compress human interactions into sharp dramatic scenes. Spare language, sensory detail, and shifts between irony and tenderness bind the sections into a mosaic of early twentieth-century moods and manners.

MAY 11, 1915

A prayer is forming on my tightened lips—
Lord grant that I may keep my soul from hate!
I have known love, I have been pitiful,
Lord, I would keep my grief compassionate!
Pain-maddened cries I hear from out the sea,
Upstaring at me, faces of the dead;
Those silent bodies seem to call aloud,
Those silent souls are still and comforted.
And we are here to bear the weight of pain—
Oh, keep the poison from its awful task!
Lord, let me be as they are ere I hate,
Let me love on! this, this is what I ask!
However long the way, there is a turning,
Somewhere beyond the storm there lies a land
Where Peace abides, where love shall live again,
And men shall greet with friendly outstretched hand
While little children laugh, and women weep
With happiness—Oh, Lord, until that hour
Keep Thou my hope, keep Thou my tenderness,
Keep Thou my trust in Thy far-seeing power!