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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CREATION, by ISAAC ROSENBERG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: As the pregnant womb of night Last Line: Creating and devouring suns. Subject(s): Creation | |||
As the pregnant womb of night Thrills with imprisoned light, Misty, nebulous-born, Growing deeper into her morn, So man, with no sudden stride, Bloomed into pride. In the womb of the All-spirit The universe lay; the will Blind, an atom, lay still. The pulse of matter Obeyed in awe And strove to flatter The rhythmic law. But the will grew; nature feared, And cast off the child she reared, Now her rival, instinct-led, With her own powers impregnated. Brain and heart, blood-fervid flowers, Creation is each act of yours. Your roots are God, the pauseless cause, But your boughs sway to self-windy laws. Perception is no dreamy birth And magnifies transfigured earth. With each new light, our eyes receive A larger power to perceive. If we could unveil our eyes, Become as wise as the All-wise, No love would be, no mystery: Love and joy dwell in infinity. Love begets love; reaching highest We find a higher still, unseen From where we stood to reach the first; Moses must die to live in Christ, The seed be buried to live to green. Perfection must begin from worst. Christ perceives a larger reachless love, More full, and grows to reach thereof. The green plant yearns for its yellow fruit. Perfection always is a root, And joy a motion that doth feed Itself on light of its own speed, And round its radiant circle runs, Creating and devouring suns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARTH IS BUILDED by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE GODDESS WHO CREATED THIS PASSING WORLD by ALICE NOTLEY IF I HAD ONE THING TO SAY by MARVIN BELL SEVENS (VERSION 3): IN THE CLOSED IRIS OF CREATION by MARVIN BELL BROTHERS: 1. INVITATION by LUCILLE CLIFTON BROTHERS: 2. HOW GREAT THOU ART by LUCILLE CLIFTON BROTHERS: 3. AS FOR MYSELF by LUCILLE CLIFTON A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |
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