Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONGS OF LOVE AND YOUTH: PROLOGUE, by AUSTIN PHILIPS First Line: Even as one who finds his face Last Line: But ever battling upwards,battling towards the light. Subject(s): Family Life; Hearts; Love; Mothers; Youth; Relatives | ||||||||
EVEN as one who finds his face His face at five-and-twenty years Finds it in some forgotten place, And, fifty, feels his heart in tears, So I, who find These first-fruits, bind My brow with rue and seek in vain to span The gulf which yawns so wide 'twixt past and present man. I may not know what man was he Who wrote these words of wrath and ruth, Because that man has ceased to be Ceased, with his songs of Love and Youth: I know, alone, That all is gone Save certain pictured things that crowd my brain, Burned there through joy and suffering, painted in by pain. First among these, fair Mother mine, Your Turf, your Terraces, your Tow'r, Your Hills, your Plain, the silver'd line That Severn lends this present hour, As, long ago, She loved to show Your earlier sons that same elusive shape, Which peeps from bosks by Upton ... peeps, hides, finds escape. Though from your womb untimely torn, And flung, alone and friendless, far Down to Avernus' foot, there shorn Of Hope and Learning ... like a star Amid the dark, I nursed some spark Of love for you, by which to guide my way Upward, and so transformed black night to partial day. It glowed, it guided me, that gleam, Mid the hot reek of boiling wax, Mid date-stamp's thud and strident scream Of pigskin trolleys piled with sacks From which, pell-mell, The bundles fell For me, the sorter, (tyrant-ridden wretch!) To stand, dividing dumbly, eight hours at a stretch. It glowed, that love, when foul-flung words Pierced through my soul and stung my sense, (Even as stabs from poisoned swords!) It shone, relumed, to shore and cleanse The boy whose heart, Though clogged with dirt, Still beat, unbroken, helped by highest pride, Saving that bosom'd bird which but for you had died. It glowed, that love, in later days, Even when, hired to trap his kind, Your luckless son walked loathsome ways, Such as bring shame if called to mind, And, weary-eyed, Sat crouched, and spy'd By night and day, through panes of frosted glass, Innocent men and guilty come and go and pass. It glowed and died not, gathering strength, To find, at last, so fierce a flame That he who felt it burned, at length, With hot desire to reach some fame Such as (vain fool!) Should make his School Remember him who never could forget All that he owed to Malvernowed, and still owes yet. So, Malvern's Lover, he came down, Relinquishing material things, To tiny post in tinier town, And all the grief that exile brings, Toiled, moiled and slaved, Wrote fiction, braved Real risks, broke free, and, later, penniless, Hacked his inhibited way to what men call success. This, twenty years past. Nothing yet Worthy of Alma Mater's shrine. I know, too well, the unpaid debt Eternal, and its onus mine: Still, if I gave Just what I have, Might not the simple fact of giving prove My gratitudeand, with it, a Malvernian's love? Take, then, my songs, sweet Mother. Know Them all imperfect, immature, Often too humblewhen not so, Too confident to be quite sure ... The wrath and ruth Of ardent youth, Flung to Avernus' foot and darkest night, But ever battling upwards,battling towards the light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES LIZARDS AND SNAKES by ANTHONY HECHT THE BOOK OF A THOUSAND EYES: I LOVE by LYN HEJINIAN CHILD ON THE MARSH by ANDREW HUDGINS MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS PLAYING DEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS THE GLASS HAMMER by ANDREW HUDGINS INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL A BALLADE OF GREEN FIELDS; FOR F.W.M. by AUSTIN PHILIPS |
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