Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MANSONG: CHORAL, by MARCUS ADENEY First Line: We the proper ancients speak not out of turn Last Line: This be our prayer. | ||||||||
We the proper ancients speak not out of turn; Grant us a hearing, O ye gods that lived and died Time-bound as men, as nature and as knowing; You who fulfilled an hour, a year, an age Of mortal need always in mortal fashion, Hear us now. Here at the chalky road's end, where the turf Leads merely seaward; where the white gulls plead Eternal hungers, and the wind-drift is Breath of an alien element, O return From fields immortal; bless these asphodels, Be latest guests. This is no ceremonial, gravely precedent; No ritual utterance greets you from mansoul. Only the ruffled surface of our thought, as these sere stems Obedient to each gust of idle wind, Offers its presents to eternity. O bear with us. We who planned hugely to feast but picnic here At the cliff's edge where the clean chalk crumbles; And the land of our desire by night falls seaward, Though concrete walls were built to stop erosion Built solidly by men of property, Behold our loss. And know: we love not less for our divorce (In luxury of pride swift undertaken) From every self but this, the social man; Onlydesire runs crying down the wind, With gulls' cries desolate, hungry for its own, Be then not strange. We who would serve made service a disgrace; And fortune, with its ills, our only good. There was no gift that One who lives by giving Might offer the so needy; and the loving Were fearfully denied by love's own creatures, Accept these names. Accept these tokens also. Who as children Gave only treasures where sweet joy commanded, Now proffer intrinsic worth, again unknowing. Men may declare In a less troubled age our customs value, Bear with us still. And let it be not said that we were fools Wholly; though a world of goods we squandered Mainly to satisfy a trampled urge. Reaction Ruled, pompous, everywhere, of dark necessity; We were not blind, who stumbled, but depressed, Be patient, then. For we were torn between the hour and knowing, Between the word and life's so sweet emergence, Between our grief retributive and love; Nor had our age, a word, a way, a gesture To capture peace, or by-pass desperation. Be surely wise. And know that gods denied cannot be banished Wholly or ever from the lives that bore them, but endure Even as childhood in unconsciousness. So long as man-worlds areremembering, Mansoul shall glory in old ordered things, Accept our loves. We would return now to our proper station Between the ancestors and the so bright unborn, Hold ceremonies suited to these moments Of brief and partial rightness,an eternity Of thought's predicament, desire and pain and death, Be manifest. And be not strange in the ways of to-morrow Among the objects of a world's new fancy. Past hot dog stands, headlined massacres, sectarian churches Go easily; be patient with the starving intellect, And youngsters wasting on coffee, doughnuts and cigarettes, Accept all these. Accept also our contrition. Squandering Generations born with the so glorious unborn We learned too late of an entire dilemma. Facing the truth the worst prevail with lies; The best, disarmed, find virtue in discretion, Be sceptical. For the public utterance of men is now an air-raid siren, And the talk of friends is only reminiscence; Artists complain, as infants, of small woes, While clutching churchmen call for sacrifice. Each one proclaims his own a planet's need, Stay not for these. Or for the folly that all speech inhabits And all speakers; but establish a new day As we must also, bearing to-morrow's burdens, Yesterday's grief and malice and affliction; Evil and error called by no proper names, Be with us then. Be with us on the heights as in the depths, In shining thought not less than native urge; Be known and luminous, that understanding Sufficient for the generation's need may flower To bear as fruit man's proper amplitude. This be our prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE [JUNE 1, 1813] by THOMAS TRACY BOUVE THE LAWYER'S INVOCATION TO SPRING by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE CANONIZATION by JOHN DONNE A REASONABLE AFFLICTION (1) by MATTHEW PRIOR SONNET: 102 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT |
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