Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. SURELY THE TIME WILL COME, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: Surely the time will come when humanity will refuse to be diseased any longer Last Line: Warders and gaolers. Subject(s): Humanity | ||||||||
SURELY the time will come when humanity will refuse to be diseased any longer. This list of filthy and hideous complaints,too filthy to be calmly spoken ofthese small-poxes, typhoids, choleras, cancers, tumors, tubercles,dropsy, diabetes, uraemiaall preventible, and easy enough to prevent; And yetincredible though it seemsmen and women still tolerating and condoning them; Men and women who pride themselves on their culture, refinement, punctiliousness of nose, and so forthand who would turn up the latter at the sight of a pig and a few fowls in an Irishman's cabinactually tolerating in their own persons the perpetual presence of the most disgusting organisms; And other men and women, through sheer ignorance, believing such a state of affairs to be necessary. Surely the time will come when to be diseased, to spread disease around one, or transmit it to descendants, To live willingly in the conditions that produce disease, or not strenuously to fight against such conditions, Will be looked on as a crimeboth of the individual and of society. For since a little self-control, since a clean and elementary diet, pure water, openness of the body to sun and air, a share of honest work, and some degree of mental peace and largesse, are the perfectly simple conditions of health, and are, or ought to be, accessible to everybody To neglect these is sheer treason; While to surrender them out of fear (should one stick to them) of being robbed of other things far less precious, is to be a fool, as well as a coward. Surely the time will come when people, seeing how obvious and simple is the problem of human life, Will refuse (even at the bidding of the Parson, the Police-man, Mrs. Grundy, and the commercial Slave-drivers and Tax-collectors) to live the lives of idiots; Will refuse to do other work than that which they like, and which they feel to be really needed; Will cease to believe that their own well-being can only be maintained at the cost of the Fear, Torment, and Slaughter of the animals, and the Hanging and Imprisonment of men; And will waste the hours no more in elaborately preparing food which, when prepared, does but rot the vitals of those who consume it, and in schemes of money-making and 'business' which but destroy their souls. The time will come surely when we shall cease to burden our limbs and becloud our skins with garments, the major part of which are useless, unless as a breeding ground of ill-health, deformity, and indecency; Shall cease to build walls and fortifications of property and possession each round ourselves as against the othersdeliberately confining so and crucifying the great god of love within us And shall at last liberate our minds and bodies from that funny old lazar-house of the centuries, of which none but ourselves, after all, are the warders and gaolers. | 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 AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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