THERE’S all sorts of gods, all sorts and every
sort,
and every god
that humanity has ever known is still a god to-day
the African queer ones and
Scandinavians’ queer ones,
the Greek beautiful ones, the Phoenician ugly
ones, the Aztec
hideous ones
goddesses of love, goddesses of dirt, excrement-eaters or lily
virgins
Jesus,
Buddha, Jehovah and Ra, Egypt and Babylon
all the gods, and you see them
all if you look, alive and moving to-day,
and alive and moving to-morrow,
many to-morrows, as yesterdays.
Where do you see them, you say?
You see them in glimpses, in
the faces and forms of people,
in glimpses.
When men and women, when lads and girls are not
thinking,
when they
are pure, which means when they are quite clean
from
self-consciousness
either in anger or tenderness, or desire or sadness or
wonder
or mere
stillness
you may
see glimpses of the gods in them.