Birth-Dues Analysis

Dear Judas & Other PoemsJoy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merelycontemptible, the dangled

Carrot the ass follows to market or precipice;

But limitary pain -- the rock under the towerand the hewn coping

That takes thunder at the head of the turret-

Terrible and real. Therefore a mindless dervishcarving himself

With knives will seem to have conquered the world.The world's God is treacherous and full ofunreason; a torturer, but also

The only foundation and the only fountain.

Who fights him eats his own flesh and perishesof hunger; who hides in the grave

To escape him is dead; who enters the Indian

Recession to escape him is dead; who falls inlove with the God is washed clean

Of death desired and of death dreaded.He has joy, but Joy is a trick in the air; andpleasure, but pleasure is contemptible;

And peace; and is based on solider than pain.

He has broken boundaries a little and that willestrange him; he is monstrous, but not

To the measure of the God.... But I having toldyou--

However I suppose that few in the world haveenergy to hear effectively-

Have paid my birth-dues; am quits with thepeople.

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