Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ARRIVAL, by JANE BARLOW Poet's Biography First Line: Now haste thee, light thee down, thy doors unbar Last Line: And hope thy bride, handfasted to despair. Subject(s): Guests; Despair; Visiting | ||||||||
NOW haste thee, light thee down, thy doors unbar, Though slumber hold thine eyes, though rest thy feet; A guest draws nigh, who comes from very far, And brings thee news, yea, tidings strange and sweet. Make open, hie thee forth his steps to meet. I will not open, I, so late, too late; I am weary. One sole guest I fain could greet, And he will ask no leave, but enter straight. Yet open swiftly, lest thou sorely rue; 'Tis verily thy own most dear Desire, For whom thou hast waited all the long days through, The slow, void days, in vain, and wouldst not tire; For whom thy heart was storm, thy brain was fire. Alas, what sayest thou? Lo, thou couldst not take Upon thy lips a name of dole so dire, Though rifest 'twere where Hell's wild echoes wake. And how, in sooth, thus churl-wise chide him hence, Who comes expectant of the banquet spread, And rose-coloured chalice, soul-bliss thrilled to sense, But fares a friend with foeman's welcome sped, Finding for song, a wail; for joyance, dread? Tell him: This house is ruin-rent and bare; Delight hath flown afar, and youth is dead, And Hope thy bride, handfasted to Despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEDA 2: A NOTE ON VISITATIONS by LUCILLE CLIFTON HELSINKI, 1940 by ANSELM HOLLO THE LOW BLACK SQUARE by ANSELM HOLLO AMUSING OUR DAUGHTERS by CAROLYN KIZER POET AND PERSON by DENISE LEVERTOV AFTER THE GUEST; FOR MY BROTHER by GREGORY ORR A CURLEW'S CALL by JANE BARLOW |
|