Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. INDIA, THE WISDOM-LAND, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: Here also in india - wonderful, hidden - over thousands of miles Last Line: The precious semen of democracy. Subject(s): Himalayas (mountains); India; Jungles; Nations; Nature | ||||||||
HERE also in Indiawonderful, hiddenover thousands of miles, Through thousands of miles of coco-nut groves, by the winding banks of immense rivers, over interminable areas of rice-fields, On the great Ghauts and Himálayas, through vast jungles tenanted by wild beasts, Under the cloudless glorious skythe sun terrible in strength and beautythe moon so keen and clear among the tree-tops, In vast and populous cities, behind colors and creeds and sects and races and families, Behind the interminable close-fitting layers of caste and custom, Here also, hidden away, the secret, the divine knowledge. Ages back, thousands of years lost in the dim past, A race of seers over the northern mountains, with flocks and herds, Into India, the Wisdom-land, descended; The old men leadingnot belated in the rear Eagle-eyed, gracious-eyed old men, with calm faces resolute calm mouths. Active, using their bodies with perfect command and powerretaining them to prolonged age, or laying them down n death at will. These men, retiring raptalso at willin the vast open under the sun or stars, Having circled and laid aside desire, having lifted and removed from themselves the clinging veils of thought and oblivion, Saw, and became what they saw, the imperishable universe. Within them, sun and moon and stars, within them past and future, Interiors of objects and of thoughts revealedone with all being Life past, death pastthe calm and boundless sea Of deep, of changeless incommunicable Joy. And now to-day, under the close-fitting layers of caste and custom, hidden away, The same seers, the same knowledge. All these thousands of years the long tradition kept intact, Handed down, the sacred lore, from one to another, carefully guarded; Beneath the outer conventional shows, beneath all the bonds of creed and race, gliding like a stream which nothing can detain, Dissolving in its own good time all bonds, all creeds, The soul's true beingthe cosmic vast emancipated lifeFreedom, Equality The precious semen of Democracy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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