Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PINDARIC ODE: TO THE NEW YEAR, by ABRAHAM COWLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Great janus, who dost sure my mistress view Last Line: They feel least cold and pain who plunge at once into it. Subject(s): Holidays; New Year | ||||||||
1. GReat Janus, who dost sure my Mistress view With all thine Eyes, yet think'st them all too few: If thy Fore-face do see No better things prepar'd for me, Then did thy Face behind, If still her Breast must shut against me be (For 'tis not Peace that Temple's Gate does bind) Oh let my Life, if thou so many Deaths a coming find, With thine old Year its Voyage take Born down that Stream of Time, which no return can make. 2. Alas, what need I thus to pray? Th' old avaricious Year, Whether I would or no, will bear At least a Part of me away. His well-horst Troops, the Months, and Days, and Hours, Though never any where they stay, Make in their Passage all their Prey. The Months, Days, Hours that march i' th' Rear can find Nought of Value left behind. All the good Wine of Life our drunken Youth devours; Sourness and Lees, which to the Bottom sink, Remain for latter Years to Drink. Until some one offended with the Taste The Vessel breaks, and out the wretched Reliques run at last. 3. If then, young Year, thou needs must come, (For in Time's fruitful Womb The Birth beyond its Time can never tarry, Nor ever can miscarry) Chuse thy Attendants well; for 'tis not Thee We fear, but 'tis thy Company, Let neither Loss of Friends, or Fame, or Liberty, Nor pining Sickness, nor tormenting Pain, Nor Sadness, nor uncleanly Poverty, Be seen among thy Train; Nor let thy Livery be Either black Sin, or gaudy Vanity; Nay, if thou lov'st me, gentle Year, Let not so much as Love be there: Vain fruitless Love, I mean; for, gentle Year, Although I fear, There's of this Caution little need, Yet, gentle Year, take heed How thou dost make Such a Mistake. Such Love I mean alone As by thy cruel Predecessors has been shown, For though I've too much Cause to doubt it, I fain would try for once if Life can live without it. 4. Into the Future Times why do we pry, And seek to Antedate our Misery? Like Jealous Men why are we longing still To see the thing which only seeing makes an Ill? 'Tis well the Face is vail'd; for 'twere a Sight That would even Happiest Men affright; And something still they'd spy that would destroy The past and present Joy; In whatsoever Character, The Book of Fate is writ, 'Tis well we understand not it, We should grow Mad with little learning there. Upon the Brink of every Ill we did foresee, Undecently and foolishly We should stand shivering, and but slowly venture The Fatal Flood to enter, Since willing, or unwilling we must do it, They feel least Cold and Pain who plunge at once into it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S POEM by MARGARET AVISON A SPEED OF HISTORY by MARGARET AVISON NEW YEAR'S DAY by DAVID LEHMAN LINES FOR THE NEW YEAR by JULIE CARR I AM RUNNING INTO A NEW YEAR by LUCILLE CLIFTON FOR THE NEW YEAR (2) by ROBERT CREELEY |
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