Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE BODY WITHIN THE BODY, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: When life like a ghastly panorama stretches before the eye of the spirit Last Line: And the source of all the light in the universe. Subject(s): Bodies; Religion; Soul; Spirituality; Theology | ||||||||
WHEN life like a ghastly panorama stretches before the eye of the spirit A festal procession, as it were, continually gulfing itself in a quicksand; Whenwaking as in a nightmare at dead of night One thinks of all the disease, the weariness, the suffering of the world as it is Of the cancer eating slowly onward with its roots entwined in the vitalsthe vista of agony and defeat by the cursed thing; Of the incurable filth, the venom in the lungs, breeding slime and death within one through the interminable months; And these but samples of what waits, more or less, for almost all; When one thinks of the sudden senseless accidents which are for ever occurringthe ship returning home, full, with brimming hearts, from the Antipodes, ripped on a rock and gone in a moment to the bottom; A lurch, somewhere, of the shrinking earth-strata, and a whole city tumbled in shrieks and ruin; The 'weight' coming on in the coal-pit, the ominous fall of small stones from the roof, the awful cracking of the great oak-props, the hurried rush of the miners and their swifter still entombment; The breaking of a cable, or of a driving band in machinery, a flaw in a wheel, a random step on a stairwayand husband torn from wife, and mother from child, or child from mother; Death and destruction and the messengers of death and destruction in myriad forms still waiting to fulfil the inevitable doom; When, I say, the necessity arises to face all thisand face it out Then somehow, underneath it all, I seem to see that the strands of affection and love, auroral, shooting from one to anotherso tender, so true, and life-long, And longer than lifeholding together the present and past generations; The currents of love and thought streaming in the watches of the night from far and near, from one to another, (Streaming all the more powerfully for the very hindrances and disasters which arrive or threaten,) And building in the bustle of the day such likeness of their dreams as may be That these inner a after all more real in some sense than the outer thingsthat the surpass in actual vitality and significance even all this artillery of orrors. I dream that these are the fibres and nerves of a body that lies within the outer body of society A network, an innumerable vast interlocked ramification, slowly being built upall dear lovers and friends, all families, groups, all peoples, nations, all times, all worlds perhaps Of which the outer similitudes and shells, like the minute cells of an organism, are shed and die in endless multitudes with continual decay and corruption; But the real individuals persist and are members of a Body, archetypal, eterne, Glorious, the centre and perfection of life and organisation, And the source of all the Light in the universe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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