Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEMORY AND HOPE, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Back-looking memory Last Line: To 'reach the things before.' Subject(s): Memory; Hope; Dreams; Optimism; Nightmares | ||||||||
I BACK-LOOKING Memory And prophet Hope both sprang from out the ground; One, where the flashing of cherubic sword Fell sad in Eden's ward, And one, from Eden earth within the sound Of the four rivers lapsing pleasantly, What time the promise after curse was said, 'Thy seed shall bruise his head.' II Poor Memory's brain is wild, As moonstruck by that flaming atmosphere When she was born; her deep eyes shine and shone With light that conquereth sun And stars to wanner paleness year by year: With odorous gums she mixeth things defiled, She trampleth down earth's grasses green and sweet With her far-wandering feet. III She plucketh many flowers, Their beauty on her bosom's coldness killing; She teacheth every melancholy sound To winds and waters round; She droppeth tears with seed where man is tilling The rugged soil in his exhausted hours; She smileth -- ah me! in her smile doth go A mood of deeper woe. IV Hope tripped on out of sight, Crowned with an Eden wreath she saw not wither, And went a-nodding through the wilderness With brow that shone no less Than a sea-gull's wing, brought nearer by rough weather, Searching the treeless rock for fruits of light; Her fair quick feet being armed from stones and cold By slippers of pure gold. V Memory did Hope much wrong And, while she dreamed, her slippers stole away; But still she wended on with mirth unheeding, Although her feet were bleeding, Till Memory tracked her on a certain day, And with most evil eyes did search her long And cruelly, whereat she sank to ground In a stark deadly swound. VI And so my Hope were slain, Had it not been that THOU wast standing near -- Oh Thou who saidest 'Live,' to creatures lying In their own blood and dying! For Thou her forehead to thine heart didst rear And make its silent pulses sing again, Pouring a new light o'er her darkened eyne With tender tears from thine. VII Therefore my Hope arose From out her swound and gazed upon thy face, And, meeting there that soft subduing look Which Peter's spirit shook, Sank downward in a rapture to embrace Thy pierced hands and feet with kisses close, And prayed Thee to assist her evermore To 'reach the things before.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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