Willy-nilly

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing  Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;  And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,  I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. Stanza XXXII of “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” by Edward Fitzgerald (1809–1883)

"You Jonah"

"And Jonah stalked
to his shaded seat
and waited for god
to come around
to his way of thinking
and God is still waiting for a host of Jonahs
in their comfortable houses
to come around
to his way of loving."

--From Thomas Carlisle’s poem “You Jonah”

[If anyone knows where I can find the full text of this poem, please contact me.]

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