I Am Running

I am running a swift race: My body is painted with the symbols of swiftness; In my hair are the plumes of swift-flying birds; Tight-clasped, I hold in my hand a charm.

Who is he who is running beside me? His shadow is purple and very angry; His shadow is very swift; I dare not look about.

Something scarlet is bobbing before my eyes---- Something which I should remember.... Is it a beautiful flower? Or is it ... something which I should remember?

The goal is a gleaming mountain: Before I can touch it I must cross a dark canyon, I must cross the purple shadows of deep earth.

I would look upward, with open eyes, singing! ]