Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE COAT OF FIRE, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Amid the thunders of the falling dark Last Line: The heedless world upon a heaving shoulder. Subject(s): Humanity | ||||||||
Amid the thunders of the falling Dark In Tartarean darkness of the fog I walk, a Pillar of Fire On pavements of black marble, hard And wide as the long boulevard Of Hell ... I, in whose veins the Furies wave Their long fires, move where purgatories, heavens, hells and worlds Wrought by illusion, hide in the human breast And tear the enclosing heart . . . And the snow fell (Thin flakes of ash from Gomorrah) on blind faces Turned to the heedless sky . . . A dress has the sound Of Reality, reverberates like thunder. And ghosts of aeons and of equinoxes (Of moments that seemed aeons, and long partings) Take on the forms of fashionable women With veils that hide a new Catastrophe, and under Is the fall of a world that was a heart. Some doomed to descend Through all the hells and change into the Dog Without its faithfulness, the Crocodile Without its watchfulness, and then to Pampean mud. In the circles of the city's hells beneath the fog These bear, to light them, in the human breast, The yellow dull light from the raging human dust, The dull blue light from the brutes, light red as rust Of blood from eyeless weeping ghosts, light black as smoke From hell. And those breasts bear No other light . . . They circle in the snow Where in the dust the apterous Fates turned insects whisper 'Now abandon Man the annelida. Let all be wingless That hangs between the abyss and Abaddon.' The Catastrophes with veils and trains drift by, And I to my heart, disastrous Comet, cry 'Red heart, my Lucifer, how fallen art thou, And lightless, I!' The dresses sweep the dust of mortality And roll the burden of Atlas' woe, changed to a stone Up to the benches where the beggars sway -- Their souls alone as on the Judgement Day -- In their Valley of the myriad Dry Bones under world-tall houses. Then, with a noise as if in the thunders of the Dark All sins, griefs, aberrations of the world rolled to confess, Those myriad Dry Bones rose to testify: 'See her, the Pillar of Fire! The aeons of Cold And all the deaths that Adam has endured Since the first death, can not outfreeze our night. And where is the fire of love that will warm our hands? There is only this conflagration Of all the sins of the world! To the dust's busyness She speaks of annihilation Of every form of dust, burned down to Nothingness! To the small lovers, of a kiss that seems the red Lightning of Comets firing worlds -- and of a Night That shall outburn all nights that lovers know -- The last red Night before the Judgement Day! O Pillar of Flame, that drifts across the world to Nowhere! The eyes are seas of fire! All forms, all sights, And all sensations are on fire! All smells, a ravening Raging cyclone of wild fire! The nose, burned quite away! The tongue is on fire, all tastes on fire, the mind Is red as noon upon the Judgement Day! The tears are rolling, falling worlds of fire! With what are these on fire? With passion, hate, Infatuation, and old age, and death, With sorrow, longing, and with labouring breath, And with despair and life are these on fire! With the illusions of the world, the flames of lust, And raging red desire! A Pillar of Fire is she in the emptying dust, And will not change those fires into warmth for our hands,' Said the beggars, lolling and rocking The heedless world upon a heaving shoulder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVENS (VERSION 3): IN THE CLOSED IRIS OF CREATION by MARVIN BELL 11/10 AGAIN by LUCILLE CLIFTON BROTHERS: 5. THE ROAD LED FROM DELIGHT by LUCILLE CLIFTON ONE YEAR LATER by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL |
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