Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE SOUL TO THE BODY, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: Now at last after thousands of years, dear body, from thy prison emerging Last Line: Thy form, my love, I acceptand am no more divided from thee. Subject(s): Soul | ||||||||
NOW at last after thousands of years, dear Body, from thy prison emerging, Thy agelong tomb and sepulchre, [Where, with what swathing-bands, like Lazarus, what mummy-cloths, what cerements of fashion custom ignorance thou wast bound,] Strange chrysalis, thy dead sheath bursting! Strange glorious Lover! To feel again thy arms enfolding, to breathe the fragrance of thy sun-kist skin, how sweet! What long estrangement, dear, what nightmare has it been, divided us? From far away what long slow exodus? Why to the tomb in ages past didst thou descendof Death and dread Corruption? While I, poor ghost, went wandering belated, and homeless and forlorn about the world? For, as the delicate vein-winged gnat from its watery case, as Eve from Adam's side, as Psyche from the dark embrace of Eros, So from thee gliding, far-back, long agodimly I mind me now Slow-differenced, this wondering wandering Self was I. [Dimly I mind the agelong alienation: Thou body, of thy mate bereft, and falling unclean, diseased, by devils possest, in mire and filth Blind Maenad by thy own senses led astray! While I, poor soul, half formed and maimed of half, Abstract, absurd, amazed, and crucified, To arid and unending toils was doomed, and loneliness.] After it all to thee, dear, to return, To feel again thy close-enfolding armshow sweet! To know Thee now at last(long veiled and hidden) Through Nature moving, as the Sun and Moon Move through the crystal heaven, self-sent, divine, Transparent, tameless, more than spirit or matter; Dear body, brushing with thy feet the grasses, or resting outlined by the rocks and sea To rest with thee, content, in perfect union, O in such deep and fathomless joy to rest beside thee, Thy mate and friend, stricken with doubts no more. Now once more in thy lungs the winds of heavenas out there in the forest-branchesnestle; The waters flowing in the brooks flow on in crimson tide through artery and vein; and lift the little valve-doors and pass by with whispered secrets from the clouds and hills. Sweet now the food-fruits pass without corruption inward and outward of the body's frame; Clean is the ark and holy chamber of the woman, the seed-vessel of the man; And clean the body all suffused with passion Till the right mate arrives. O Love, with fragrance of whose wine the world is vanquished! Great Ocean swaying far from atom to atom! sweet aromatic transpiration of the clods! Diffused vast Life, now here, now there, in definite lightning-flash thy visible work fulfilling! For this, even for thy habitation, hast thou prepared these bodies. And thou, little one, so soon to dissolve into earth and air and sea, Thy form, my love, I acceptand am no more divided from thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRUEL FALCON by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE WHOLE SOUL by PHILIP LEVINE I KNOW MY SOUL by CLAUDE MCKAY HONORING THE SAND; IN MEMORY OF JOSEPH CAMPBELL by ROBERT BLY THE CHINESE PEAKS; FOR DONALD HALL by ROBERT BLY THE LIFE OF TOWNS: TOWN OF THE EXHUMATION by ANNE CARSON AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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