Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EYE, by JOSEPH AUSLANDER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In that pale hour taken Last Line: And that was all. | ||||||||
In that pale hour taken Only by the dense preliminary twitter Of birds whose throats are shaken As the dew's dust from the leaves They shake or as the centaur heaves His flank's dripping, His hoof's glitter -- So I, slipping with the earth, slipping Over the sleep-edge between sleep And waking when the eyelids keep The worn seams of their web from ripping, Hung suspended in a dream As the spider hangs, and in that station holds Outstretched the groined arch that would seem To hold him, held and was held in seven folds Of a staring scheme. I saw with the heart's throbbing centre (an Eye That did not see so much as feel) Tremendously the whirlpool stream Of men and motors boiling by Out of a cauldron of steam and steel Into a cauldron of steel and steam; I stood at the cross-roads of the world And watched with my heart the street Churn traffic like a black surf, beat With shoes and sticks and hands and feet; I heard the heat And the horn's blare, the siren's scream, The purr of rubber, the wrench of the wheel Whistled from traffic tower to tower, hurled Through short spasms of space, twirled Like a spinning little top From stop to stop. I heard a thousand wheels wince Under the throttle of brakes; I saw Men and motors crash -- the splints Of wind-shield glass, the bleeding skull, the raw Flesh torn by the Olympian claw: I turned my head away in sick Recoil, but my heart was rooted still Against its will by a massive will That made it stick; And I cried, "Let me go!" Something said, "No." And I saw rain Thudding and swirling down Swarthily on the insane And splendidly terrible town. . . . And I heard again, Fogged by distance, twinkling as through a sieve Of silver, the cool and tentative Twitter of sparrow and chaffinch and lark Splashing from wet leaves; and I smelled the dark Smell of the steaming bark, Pungent and novel, and the smell Of young twigs and the yearning earth; and I heard Bird after bird Spill silver into a silver bell; And I knew cattle were standing under the line Of the living thunder, Standing under All the yellow lightning and the fine White fury of water because I could smell the kine, And my nostrils dilated, drinking the beevish wine; And somewhere near at hand the shrill Exultant snuffle of horses on a hill And the good grunt of swine; And the odour of straw Rain-soaked, warm with dove and owl. . . . Then suddenly I saw, or my heart saw, Machines and men churning in a black bowl At the cross-roads of the world, and the howl Of men and machines struck at my face like a claw, And I cried, "Let me go!" And heard, "Not so." And I looked and saw a jungle mocking The leopard lozenged with gold who had sprung Into a barrel's pit -- And I fell down with it; And I heard a trigger click like a death's hand clocking The second, and I was flung On the trumpets of assault unlocking The lion's lung; And I saw the beauty of the lioness rocking Behind green coals, bitterly blocking The last yard to her young; And I saw the panther when there is no help Rolling a blind gaze on her whelp And licking it with her tongue; And I saw the bengal tiger charted black, With the blonde lightning on his back Shot down and stripped, or slung Over a shoulder, or in the track Of his long plunge and lone attack Left for dung! And the Eye in my heart glowed: And I saw a ship in a shouldering sea Strain at her strength, And shudder through her length, And spark her doom through the sky; And I heard the metallic cry: "Women and children first! Stand by!" And I saw the life-boats lowered -- and smeared Flat as you smear a fly; And I saw some quick little fellow who feared Shot down gurgling in his beard; And I saw the decks cleared; And I saw them try again and try Again, but the seas were running high; And I saw a-plenty jump -- and die; And I heard the ship's orchestra strike up brave Brass -- and the ship went down with her load Of people and bottles and plates, leaving the wave In that place, Leaving the stillness to rewrite, the water to erase. And I heard the murmuring of all the surfs on all the beaches of the world Boom in the ear's hollow cave, and I cried "Let me loose now! I have seen how men and ships in their pride Have gone down and died; I have heard their drums and seen their colours curled Under like shells -- and then heard nothing beside, Seen nothing but water divide Decently and close once more and abide." . . . And my heart's Eye was turned In on itself and eyed Dirty corners there that burned With many a horned lust, livid spots That reeked of purple and flesh-pots, Stamped with the hooves and chariots Of the Assyrian treachery; And on the wall a Hand that traced In the dust and webs the words "Thus Belshazzar was effaced -- Though not his accusation!" . . . And All at once a clamour of birds Filled my heart like a hand Filling a hole or like a ghost's Form flowing through a room: And I heard a sound like doom Moving, and I knew the Host's Breath: "Behold your puny boasts With the worm in his lodge! Salute your garrison of hawks!" -- And I could not stir, I could not stir. . . . The Voice resumed: "Place-coveter, Apparel-coveter, look upon The hawk-thoughts of your garrison! You that see and hear so plain Others in their pride and pain, What is it that lets you kiss The icon of your cowardice? Think you to escape the fault By exalting me, exalt Your own forehead, salve your soul With my myrrh and aureole? You have looked and you have seen Man the tool of his machine; Heard the valves and pistons groan Mute, and leave their lord -- alone With his feeble blood and bone; You have stared into your heart And found your brother's counterpart: For every stain on his head You shall bleed as he has bled, And the dead shall bury the dead; Now I go -- but I release Your heart to desperate peace!" . . . And I heard shouting in the street Where men and motors meet; And my eyes followed the tall Blur of light from window-frame to wall -- And that was all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BLACKBIRD SUDDENLY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER CESAR FRANCK by JOSEPH AUSLANDER COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER CRYING, 'THALASSUS!' by JOSEPH AUSLANDER FOAM STRAY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |
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