Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE INTREPID MARINER, by WILLIAM ROSE BENET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Shelley speaks: / beyond helvetius' dim beginning down Last Line: There! ... On our quarter .. God, they'll run us down! Subject(s): Courage; Valor; Bravery | ||||||||
Shelley speaks: Beyond Helvetius' dim beginning dawn And Rousseau's rationalistic premises And even Godwin's "Justice" I can soar. Yet sometimes through my empyrean borne Comes the far throbbing of great lonely wings, And then their nearer thunder, as they take Form, and the vast ghost of a muffled God Sinks through the æther pass me with a wail As from a thousand throats of Humankind Dirging his dark descendence. Does it mean A bound to Man's perfectibility, Meting my vision with unvarying Law? Ah, is it possible to wing too high Till Being chills in the intense inane, Until the veins of this rich, human heart Congeal with ichor not for veins of Man, Icy with godlike passion? (Theirs was ice Despite the amorous heat of elder days.) Yet"every heart contains perfection's germ." When have I aught but travailed for the world? How comes this hateful film across my life Freezing each mortal impulse, turning Right To guise of Wrong? They hate me who should love. I toil like Sisyphus against the stone, And still their hearts are stone,and still I toil, And their hearts break and rain their blood on me, And arms cling round me, crying, "Cold as death! Cold! Cold!" If I am constant to my star, I only, and the others quail and fail, Can I humiliate myself to them Who bear the signal of that brighter morn Waiting the human day? I have been proud. I have been weak. And ever have been strange. But say I have been constant! Harriet! Harriet! Say that I have been constant! I protest Against the dark indictment of your eyes. If I have done you wrong would not my soul Render its verdict now?my reason scream Out on such self-deception? But I find Only Creation's sneering iteration "For an ideal of love, an ideal of love, An ideal of love!" ... It recks not. ... How this gray Blank sea-fog thickens! There's the thunder-squall, Charles Vivian! Williams, do you feel the drops? Scarce out from Leghorn, and the "Ariel" ... Hark! There! ... on our quarter .. God, they'll run us down! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNLESS IT WAS COURAGE by MARVIN BELL THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ON THE OREGON COAST; FOR WILLIAM STAFFORD by ROBERT BLY WORDS WITH WALLACE STEVENS by ROBERT BLY BUFFALO CLOUDS OVER THE MAESTRO HOON by NORMAN DUBIE A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OH, THE WATER by DORIANNE LAUX THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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