The Spike or Victoria College Review 1941
Sauve Qui Peut
Sauve Qui Peut
From thunder in the east of worlds in birth
Seek now the Happy Islands where are stilled
The living tempest and the angry earth,
And mankind waiting, weeping, for the dawn.
Better to cut and run, to try and find
The ivory tower that's down the primrose path,
Than shut your eyes and wander usefully blind
Through lesser evils geometrically progressing.
Escape is not so easy when you see
Just whom you're travelling with and where you're going
And what the reason is, and what the fee,
For splendid isolation from the world.
But in the trivial lust, the facile rhyme,
There's some forgetfulness from others' pain;
So hide and sleep—you may in time
Forget the blood upon the lotus flowers.
H.W.
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