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…ht heart! Mother strong! Sweet sense of desire! Be near as I lift the first notes impassioned of fervour and fire! Not ever before Since Nature began Hath one cloven her core, Found the soul of her span ; No son that she bore Her spirit might scan ; But I, being born beyond Nature, have known her and yet am a man. Ye fieriest flowers, Life-stream of the world, In passionate bowers Of mystery curled, ct 33
G! O Nature, my mother, Heart melted on heart At last! Not another, Not any shall part Thy soul from my art. How should it be otherwise, Sister divine, Lover, my mother wise, Wiser than wine? Seeing I linger Here on the beach— Let God’s own finger Here to me reach, Making me singer Each unto each— Nature and Man made one In the light and fire of the sun, And the sobbing tune Of the moon, Wedded in cyclic bonds, Where fall the zon-fronds, Whose large bed bears a child (In its due period) Not merciful and not severe, Knowing nor love nor fear, Bu…
TO OSCAR ECKENSTEIN, WITH WHOM I HAVE WANDERED IN SO MANY SOLITUDES OF NATURE, AND THEREBY LEARNT THE WORDS AND SPELLS THAT BIND HER CHILDREN.
…he starry and heavenly wheels, The earth and her glorious dye, The light that the darkness reveals, The river, the sea, and the sky; All nature, or joyful or dire, Life, death, let them throng to the lyre, All sealed with the marvellous seals ! Let them live in my sob, let them love in my song, let them even be I! Let me in most various song Be seasons, be rivers that roll, Be stars, the untameable throng, All parts of the ultimate whole; All nature in various attire Be woven to one tune of the lyre, One tune where a million belong— Multitudino…
Throw out of gear all Nature’s enginery For such a grain of tinsel dust as I, Reluctant to be mangled in the wheel— Looks other meanness so contemptibly? Yet I persist. Thou knowest, O most High Zeus, When Hera to thine Io did refuse Peace, and the gadfly bit like barbéd steel Those limbs with dews of love once lying loose, When thy vast body boarded her, wrapped round Her senses with a mist of being profound, A flame-like penetration, serpentine, Twining and leaping without end or bound, Inevitable as the grasp of Fate :— Thou, reft of her by …
…re whoredom trod ; The savage snarl of man against his friend :— How should he (such an one) perceive the end, Or listen to the voice of Nature, know it for the voice of God ? EPODE NATURE Lo! in the interstellar space of night, Clothed with deep darkness, the majestic spaces Abide the dawn of deity and light, Vibrate before the passionless pale faces Shrined in exceeding glory, eremite. The tortoise skies in sombre carapaces Await the expression and the hour of birth In silence through the adamantine girth. I rose in glory, gathered of the foa…
I hate all Nature’s mockery of life. The laugh is grown a grin; the gentle strife Of birds and waves and winds at play is grown A curse, a cruelty. My wife! my wife! I am broken, I cannot sleep, I cannot die. Pain, pain for ever! Nature is a lie, The gods a lie. Myself? but I am found Sole serious in the hateful comedy. Blackness, all blackness! How I hate the earth, The curse that brought my being into birth. I, loving more her loveliness, am bound And broken—thrice more bitter for my mirth ! Song, was it song I trusted in? Or thou, Apollo, wa…
…n of the Hephaestian, (Hating the air-breathing man, In such sweet love as dwells, above all other places Here, in our hearts and faces, Nature’s and man’s) if his coarse hand or foot, The implacable forceful brute, Shifted towards the bellows, and one blast Blew thorough all the air aghast And in one vast Titanic war, Almighty avenging roar, Oahu flung skywards blown in dust—and was no more— Even then immortal stands This loveliest of all lands, Lovelier even than they Know in Elysian paths, heroic bands Treading dim gardens brighter than the …
…termost rapture till the sweet loves sadden To sweeter peace thrilled with young ecstasy— Ah! man’s high spirit may not reach to Me! Iam Nature and God: I reign, I am, alone. None other may abide apart: they perish, Drawn into me, into my being grown. None other bosom is, to bear, to nourish, To be: the heart of all beneath my zone Of blue and gold is scarlet-bright to cherish My own’s life being, that is, and is not other ; For I am God and Nature and thy Mother. I am the thousand-breasted milky spouse, Virginal also: Tartarus and Gaia Twinned…
…l that of them is, I bestow on thee, and this Also, mine eternal kiss! In one melody of bliss These and thou and I will mingle, Till all Nature’s pulses tingle, Hear and follow and obey thee, _ Thee, the lyrist; thee, the lyre! These shall hear and not gainsay thee, Follow in the extreme desire, Mingling, tingling, mixed with thee Even to all Eternity. These, and all that of them is, Take from Calliope in this Single-hearted, many mouthed, kiss. 31
…ll. A promise vast and grand, As is the spangled sky ! We dimly understand ; We join the following band Of dancing greenery ! We see all Nature bend To high Olympus’ hill. Our tunes we choose and send ; We follow to the end, O Orpheus, all thy will. 79
…Mother, O hollow Sweet heart of the moon! O matchless Apollo That granted the tune! Time’s children follow The strings that commune With Nature well cloven that comes to the lyre’s lilt silver-hewn. OT O bays of the wind, And shoreland of Thrace! go
…, The sun, the unhewn Stones deeply bitten By runic fingers of time, where decrees of the Fates are written| Time listens, obeys me; All Nature replies ; Nought avoids me, nor stays me, Not checks, nor defies. Tribute she pays me From seas unto skies. But Death—shall he heed me or hear? shall he list to the lyre and arise ? O thou who art seated, Invisible king, The never-defeated, The shadowy thing! gI
… aloud, Solemnly spearing _ The single, the crowd, Thou sittest remote and alone, unprofane, with due silence endowed ! , I call thee by Nature, My mother and friend ! By every creature! | By life and its end! By love, the true teacher, My chanting I send, Invoking thy stature immense, the terrible form of a fiend! I hear not a word, ' Though my music be rolled As the song of a bird Through fields of gold. Hast thou not heard? Have I not told The magic that bridleth the Gods, the Gods in their houses of old? , : 92
…t. y Death— (Suppressed antistrophe, Death being silent. His reply is really given in Books II., III., IV.) Parabasis: The Poet | Epode: Nature BOOK II. Orpheus laments his wife—‘‘ Come back, come back, come back, Eurydice” . ° . “‘ Fling down the foolish lyre, the witless power” , PAGE 53 53 54 61 71 72-88 73 76 82 85 86 113
…laugh Running o’er pebbly beaches, Writing amazement’s epitaph With freshets, turns, and reaches :— The only tale too short by half That nature ever teaches. Then growing grander as it swept Past bulrushes and ferns, 132
Stir once, move once, rise once, Eurydice! Be good to me! Rise once.—O sleep not! Listen! Is not all Nature my thrall ? Once only: be not dead, Eurydice ! Be good to me! I love you—be not dead !—rise up and say “TI feigned, I lay Thus so you kissed me”—O Eurydice, Be good to me! There is not one sweet sigh of all the old sighs— Open your eyes! Not one warm breath of the young breast: no sleep Could be so deep. The last pale lotus opens to the skies. Open your eyes ! Lift the blue eyelids under the deep lashes Till one light flashes! Wake with o…
I care not whether here or there: to live In memory and identity : to give No part of self or soul to Lethe’s water: To grapple Nature, interpose an “if” In her machinery of conditioned mood ; Suspending law, suspending amplitude Of all Her function; to espouse her daughter In forced embrace lasciviously rude, Indecorous, shameful to the eternal “ must” ! Law may be mercy, mercy never just! Thus I would alter, and divide her ways, And let her wheels grind themselves down to dust. One supernatural event—but one! — Should scale Olympus, shatterin…
Unripe, are blasted in the blossoming spring— This is a miracle, not the other thing! Nature insults herself, blasphemes her God, Thus cutting short the life’s hard happening. Nor would I suffer thus, nor she repine Had my wife faded (as rose-tinted wine Bleached in the sunlight) reached her period And fallen gently in the arms divine, Caressing arms of pale Persephone, And bathed her in death’s river tenderly, Washing the whole bright body, the long limbs, The clothing hair, the face, the witchery Of all the smiling shape in the dark stream, A…
…f this dim agony, invading sense, That bliss should still abide : but now I shrink, Fall from the crags of memory, and abide Now in this nature-life, basilisk-eyed, And serpent-stinging: yea, I perish thence. That perishes which was: and I am tied Unto myself: the “I” springs up again Bound to the wheel of speedless sense and pain, None loosing me. Past is the utter bliss ; Present the strong fact of the death, the stain Of the marred lives: I meditate awhile Not on the mere light of the girl, the smile Deepening down to the extremest kiss; Not…