Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. O LOVE - TO WHOM THE POETS, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: O love - to whom the poets have made verses Last Line: Do I praise thee. Subject(s): Art & Artists; Love; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
O LOVEto whom the poets have made verses Whom the shepherds on the hills have piped to, and maidens sighed within their lonely bowers, Whom the minstrels have sung, handing down their songs from one generation to another To thy praise over the world resounding I add my strain. Not because thou art fair; Not because thine eyes glance winningly, nor because of the sly arch of thine eyebrows; Not because thy voice is like music played in the open air, And thy coming like the dawn on the far-off mountains; Not because thou comest with the dance and the song, and because the flashing of thy feet is like the winds of Spring; Nor because thou art sweetly perfumed, Do I praise thee. Not because thy dwelling is among knights and ladiesafar from all that is common or gross; Not because thou delayest to the sound of playing fountains on marble terraces, And white hands caress thee and clip thy wing-feathers, And meek thoughts and blameless conversation attend thee; Not because thy place is among the flowers and the wine-cups in spacious halls, And because the sight of Death appals thee; Nor because, love, thou art a child: But because as on me now, full-grown giantesque out of the ground out of the common earth arising, Very awful and terrible in heaven thou appearest; Because as thou comest to me in thy majesty sweeping over the world with lightnings and black darkness, [And the old order shrivels and disappears from thy face,] I am as a leaf borne, as a fragrance exhaled before thee As a bird crying singed by the prairie-fire; Because Thou rulest O glorious, and before thee all else fails, And at thy dread new commandat thy new word Democracythe children of the earth and the sea and the sky find their voices, and the despised things come forth and rejoice; Because in thy arms O strong one I laugh Death to scornnay I go forth to meet him with gladness; Ay, because thou takest away from me all strength but thine own, Because thou takest all doubt and power of resistance, Because out of disallowed and unaccepted thingsand always out of thesefull-armed and terrific, Like a smiting and consuming flame, O Love, O Democracy, Even out of the faces and bodies of the huge and tameless multitudes of the Earth, A great ocean of fire with myriad tongues licking the vault of heaven, Thou arisest Therefore O love O flame wherein I burning die and am consumed, carried aloft to the stars a disembodied voice O dread Creator and Destroyer, Do I praise Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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