I took for granted Rachel used her sense,
Thought for herself without the aid of priests
On spiritual matters: I? I never trouble
About such talk one year’s end to the next,
But one day argument began; she started
On Christian meekness, the low slavish virtue
“Tapeinophrosune”, obsequiousness,
Which I called nonsense. “Nonsense?” (with wide eyes)
“Or call it poetry. Christ was never meek.
Let meekness crawl below in catacombs,