Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ECLOGUE, by JOHN CROWE RANSOM Poet's Biography First Line: Jane sneed began it: my poor john, alas! Last Line: Beneath ground as above. Subject(s): Life; Love - Marital; Wedded Love; Marriage - Love | ||||||||
JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas! Ten years ago, pretty it was in a ring To run as boys and girls do in the grass -- At that time, leap and hollo and skip and sing Came easily to pass. And precious little innocents were we! Said a boy, "Now shall we let her be the fox?" Or a girl, "Now which of you will climb the tree?" We were quick-foot the deer, strong-heart the ox, Business-man the bee. JOHN BLACK SAID: I'll interpret what you mean. Our infant selves played happily with our others, The cunning me and mine came not between, Which like a sword is, O sweethearts and brothers Numberless, who have seen. JANE SNEED: I tell you what I used to do. For joy I used to run by river or wood To see with what speed all came trooping too; Those days, I could not quit you if I would! Nor yet quit me, could you. JOHN BLACK RETURNED: But now, Jane, it appears, We are sly travellers, keeping good lookout Against the face whose ravage cries for tears; Old friends, ill-met; and supposing I call out, Draw nigh, friend of these years! -- Before he think of any reason why, The features of that man resolve and burn For one long look -- but then the flame must die. The cold hearts in us mortally return, We may not fructify. JANE SNEED SAID BITTERLY: Why, John, you are right. We were spendthrifts of joy when we were young, But we became usurious, and in fright Conceived that such a waste of days was wrong For marchers unto night. JOHN BLACK SAID: Yes, exactly, that was when It happened. For Time involved us: in his toils We learned to fear. And every day since then We are mortals teasing for immortal spoils, Desperate women and men. JANE SNEED CONSENTED: It was nothing but this. Love suffereth long, is kind -- but not in fear. For boys run banded, and simple sweethearts kiss, Till, on one day, the face of Death appear, Then metamorphosis! JOHN BLACK SAID: To explain mistrust and wars, Theogony has a black witch with hell's broth; Or a preposterous marriage of fleshless stars; Or the Fiend's own naked person; or God worth Fingering his red scars. And Philosophy, an art of equal worth, Tells of a flaw in the firmament -- spots in the sun -- A Third Day's error when the upheaving earth Was young and prime -- a Fate reposed upon The born, before their birth. JANE SNEED WITH GRIM LIPS MOCKED HIM: Who can tell -- Not I, not you -- about these mysteries! Something, John Black, came flapping out of hell And wrought between us, and the chasm is Digged -- and it digged it well. JOHN BLACK IN DEPRECATION SAID: Be sure That love has suffered a most fatal eclipse All brotherhoods, filialities insecure; Lovers compounding honey on their lips With deep doubts to endure. JANE SNEED SAID SLOWLY: I suppose it stands Just so. Yet I can picture happiness -- Still wander lovers in the fairy lands Who, when stalks Night the dark and fathomless, Consort their little hands; And well, John Black, those darkened lovers may, For hands hold much of heat in little storage, And eyes are flickerless torches good as day; The flame of each to the other's flame cries Courage! Soon heart to heart slide they. Thus unafraid they keep the whole night through, Till the sun of a sudden glowing through the brushes; They wake and laugh, their eyes again are blue, They run to the fields, and apprehend the thrushes, And print the fairy dew. JOHN BLACK'S THE LAST SAY THEN: O innocent dove, This is a dream. We lovers mournfully Exchange our bleak despairs. We are one part love And nine parts bitter thought. As well might be Beneath ground as above. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY WIFE by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE VARIATION ON THE WORD SLEEP by MARGARET ATWOOD IN THE MONTH OF MAY by ROBERT BLY |
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