Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Contradictions

     (Longfellow)

THE DROWSY carrier sways
       To the drowsy horses’ tramp.
His axles winnow the sprays
Of the hedge where the rabbit plays
       In the light of his single lamp.

He hears a roar behind,
       A howl, a hoot, and a yell,
A headlight strikes him blind
And a stench o’erpowers the wind
       Like a blast from the mouth of Hell.

He mends his swingle-bar,
       And loud his curses ring;
But a mother watching afar
Hears the hum of the doctor’s car
       Like the beat of an angel’s wing!

So, to the poet’s mood,
       Motor or carrier’s van,
Properly understood,
Are neither evil nor good—
       Ormuzd not Ahriman!

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Amy Levy Contradictions ("Now, even, I cannot think it true")

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