Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOCTURNE FOR THE TOWN, by ALICE MONKS MEARS First Line: Here the heavy shadow of the conspiracy of reason Last Line: By wonder of wakers looking on the mountain. Subject(s): Mountain Climbing | ||||||||
Here the heavy shadow of the conspiracy of reason lies against the base of Imagination's mountain (rumored treacherous, ice-cragged, unscalable): rooftops and cone of spire, crenellations of storefronts, solid school chimneys. Look on the old system of canals, invisibly in repair, conducting thought and desire under the willows placidly. In the clock-tended rhythm, day and season, all is rehearsed unforgettably, even the variations. But night eats the shadow, and the mountain illumined in moonless night troubles watchers, distant and brilliant with ice edges, peaked silver, cloudless. Rhythms undyked in darkness move over the arid places, persuading the wakers to the beat of longings alien to the small pulse of the town. The boy's eyes fix on the jagged arrow of the mountain top. To die on the mountain wall like climbers clinging above the chasm, mauled by wind, snow-struck, frozen there like some bird stretched on rock, a clean death exciting with little people watching a long way below. How the old ones rot here like apples in soggy autumn. ... Revelation was by night when the line of angel garment seared the dark. The young preacher at the window sees the mountain glittering silverly light books, pencils, paper to petals of dust. Vision being individual, do not faint in loneliness. What have the others seen? Comforted with promises. Starve! Starve! Go to the desert, feed the heart on hunger. The saints will come up, one by one, barefooted saints, lean as December trees, dark-rooted, starlit. Envy of lovers torments the virgin thighs and light fingers of the girl combing her hair in the dark. Breathless she watches them in her mind: weaving hand in hand, unnoticed, nameless, along city streets, laughing before lighted shop-windows, slipping into unlit arcades. Along the sea while night laps on the moon-shore gold: whisper of eyelash on cheek, the lips on the throat-pulse, new bodies touching tireless. Praise of all beds, the leafed and the moonlit on the lonely hill, the green-shadowed, the yielding, the clean-sheeted so secretly woven with wind. beloved ... beloved ... beloved. ... By day the cycle only is apparent spoked with like generations, uniform, useful. Out of the teacher's energy the patterned creation turns to reproach him, puny against gleaming ledges of mountain. Still uncut in the block sleeps the new image heroic, for the sculpturing hand that does not falter into old lines and the known profile. Is the stone soft, letting the chisel slide? Is the unfamiliar face possible? Hold the image in the mind, uneffaced by the eye's persuasion to old contours. Persist, stubborner than inheritance toward the imagined form, defeating the repetition. What vault of treasure or interval of passion at last distracts the inquiring mind with ease and peace quieted, so suddenly run through with question? The man stands tensely by the window bitten with the clear night, the mind tracing deception of achievement, briefly alert to its betrayal. Half-knowledge of the amazing air assails him: terror of speeding light, of fierce electron, of sound traveling by inaudible. Bitter desire for discovery too late! From wasteland of pleasant monotony the mind shaped to adventure more perilous than lured black northern ships aches for contest to strain and exhaust it. The hull rots for fathomless waters. Under the tidal inflowing currents: the normal breath of the sleeping rises and falls, resistant, undefeated. More and more forceful it absorbs the strange rhythms, without mockery annuls the restless, denies query. The web of watchers' dreaming breaks with the breath. In raveling dark recede radiant crags and the peak. Power is in the sleeping, not overcome by wonder of wakers looking on the mountain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE AND AFTER by CLARENCE MAJOR CLIMBING MILESTONE MOUNTAIN, AUGUST 22, 1937. by KENNETH REXROTH FOR THE BOY WHO WAS DODGER POINT LOOKOUT FIFTEEN YEARS AGO by GARY SNYDER AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS ABER STATIONS: STATIO SEPTIMA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ABER STATIONS: STATIO SEXTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AGAINST THE MISER MIND by ALICE MONKS MEARS |
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