Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEMORY, by EDWARD SHANKS Poet's Biography First Line: In silence and in darkness memory wakes Last Line: Those prints of vanished hours. Subject(s): Memory | ||||||||
IN silence and in darkness memory wakes Her million-sheathed buds and breaks That day-long winter when the light and noise And hard bleak breath of the outward-looking will Made barren her tender soil, when every voice Of her million airy birds was dull or still. One bud-sheath breaks: One sudden voice awakes. What change grew in our hearts seeing one night That moth-winged ship drifting across the bay, Her broad sail dimly white On cloudy waters and hills as vague as they? Some new thing touched our spirits with distant delight Half seen, half noticed, as we loitered down, Talking in whispers, to the little town, Down from the narrow hill Talking in whispers, for the air so still Imposed its stillness on our lips and made A quiet equal with the equal shade That filled the slanting walk. That phantom now Slides with slack canvas and unwhispering prow Through the dark sea that this dark room has made. Or the night of the closed eyes will turn to day And all day's colours start out of the gray, The sun burns on the water. The tall hills Push up their shady groves into the sky And fail and cease where the intense light spills Its parching torrent on the gaunt and dry Rock of the further mountains, whence the snow That softened their harsh edges long is gone And nothing tempers now The hot flood falling on the barren stone. O memory, take and keep All that my eyes, your servants, bring you home Those other days beneath the low white dome Of smooth-spread clouds that creep As slow and soft as sleep, When shade grows pale and the cypress stands upright, Distinct in the cool light, Rigid and solid as a dark-hewn stone; And many another night That melts in darkness on the narrow quays And changes every colour and every tone And soothes the waters to a softer ease, When under constellations coldly bright The homeward sailors sing their way to bed On ships that motionless in harbour float. The circling harbour-lights flash green and red; And, out beyond, a steady travelling boat Breaking the swell with slow industrious oars At each stroke pours Pale lighted water from the lifted blade. Now in the painted houses all around Slow darkening windows call The empty unwatched middle of the night. The tide's few inches rise without a sound. On the black promontory's windless head, The last awake, the fireflies rise and fall And tangle up their dithering skein of light. O memory, take and keep All that my eyes, your servants, bring you home! Thick through the changing year The unexpected rich-charged moments come, That you 'twixt wake and sleep In the lids of the closed eyes shall make appear. This is life's certain good, Though in the end it be not good at all, When the dark end arises And the stripped, startled spirit must let fall The amulets that could Prevail with life's but not death's sad devices. Then, like a child from whom an older child Forces its gathered treasures, Its beads and shells and strings of withered flowers, Tokens of recent pleasures, The soul must lose in eyes weeping and wild Those prints of vanished hours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE |
|