Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHO BUT THE LOVER SHOULD KNOW, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: Ah! Who but the loved at last should know what death is? Last Line: Ah! Who at last but the lover should know what death is? Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
AH! who but the lover at last should know what Death is? To give one's body to the earth; To rise through the roots of the trees and to feel once more the sunshinefloating as a leaf in air; To star out months together with mosses and bog-plants on the lonely mountain-sides, to lurk under the speckled fungi in the woods, looking up at the traveller as he passes; To be sucked in, in the mad rush of the sap through the veins of the chestnut in spring, and to burst in its great shining buds; To catch at, dimly as in dreams, the wonderful thoughts that sweep throughthe great rushing prophetic dreams of the life-laden earth; To feel the call of existence in new and strange fashion To arise and ascend; To mix with the animals roaming over the Earth; To be and to include themto put on purposely the mask which they put innocently on; To be one of two swallows clinging to the southern wall, twittering, discussing sites for a nest; to be a snake basking coiled on a rock in the sun; To rejoice in my swiftness and strength, my inevitable action and instinct; To pass into the bodies of men and women, to be arrayed in their hair, and to look forth out of their eyes; To be the long lines of habit in them, the food that is sweet in their mouths, the poison that is bitter; To be the thoughts that they think, and the dreams that they dream; to circle very close; To circle closer than all thought; to touch and startlelike the sound of distant music heard through the rushing of a storm; To be the presentation of new unsuspected ideals To be buried in the ground; To be buried deep in the ground of all existence; To lie in the soil whence all human life springs, and whither it returns again; Listening as in a dream of joy to the sound of innumerable voices, And to the sound of innumerable footsteps coming nearer through all the ages; To see and to be unseen; to hear and to be that which no ear hath heard; To turn an open impartial eye without blame on every creature; to hold up a mirror, So tallying nature that to it all men and things run to look upon themselves and learn their parts; To give products and receive materials; To have the adit, to be the hidden link, the life which does not appear; To love without sorrow; and to send love forth to bathe the world, healing it from its wounds Ah! who at last but the lover should know what Death is? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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