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Christ said, "Blessed are the poor;
the blind, the lame, the beggars are fortunate;
for I will take them to my home above the stars,
I will make them Knights of Heaven,
they will be the most glorified of the glorified..."
All right, suppose it's true: all right! But
what about the others
whose thoughts we breathe by, whose thoughts
we live, whose very names are trumpet-calls?
How will they atone for greatness,
what will the turning balance-wheel deal out to them ?
Is Beatrice already a whore, in Heaven,
Goethe a deaf-mute beggar,
Byron an organ-grinder's monkey . . . oh, merde, merde!

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