Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RESPICIT ARTIFEX, by AUSTIN PHILIPS First Line: Ambitious, young / ardent, inhibited, shy Last Line: No true heart could forget. Subject(s): Death; Friendship; Gratitude; Dead, The | ||||||||
AMBITIOUS, young, Ardent, inhibited, shy, Exile among Suburban snobbery, Tracker of Postal thieves, and Poet, too, Driven as if by Destiny, I drew To-wards that dreadful house, to whose dark night You were Sun, Moon and Light. I did not know, Then, those stark secrets which Men's Memoirs show To-day, nor that such rich Details would reach the world about things done Within your home ... deeds such as shock and stun: Nor all that you endured behind the wall Which ringed your house and hall. I did not know That half the children there You mothered so Faithfully, fairly, were Born of that friend who took your charity, Who shared your house and husband; nor that he Brought other women, heartless and shame-proof, Beneath that tainted roof. I did not know That, underneath the wit, The laughter, and the flow Of epigram which lit Your life, there lurked incredible deceit, That half what seemed to be was counterfeit, That children came to look on lust and lies With unastonished eyes. I did not know That every strange caprice Your near-ones scoffed at so In you, was but release And compensation for the thankless load You bore, as constant cross and growing goad ... Or how, a Phnix, you would rise, renewed By base ingratitude. I did not know These things in those first days Of Friendship. So Nothing, then, stood to raise That barrier built between us two, what time I knew my blackest hour and, for the crime Of others, saw our friendship broken up ... And drank Grief's cruel cup. I did not know These things, my dear, I say. Thank God 'twas so. Else no transforming day Had ever seen my hungry heart resort, My steps be bent, as Pilgrim, to your Court: Else had I stayed submerged, subdued, forlorn, Nor spiritually re-born. I did not know. So was it that I came, Timid, to show My youngling verse: aflame, Thrilled through my secret self with high desire, Impelled as if by some fierce inborn fire, Aching to findyet walking warily Kindness and sympathy. I found these. Found Them more than fifty-fold: The whole world round Could scarce contain such gold As gleamed and glowed within your generous soul, Which took delight in giving without toll: Your greatness, gladas greatness isto praise, Loved to exhort and raise. Even as day Dispels the dark of Night, So, in your splendid way, You gave my spirit Light, Fanned my creative spark until it came To break and burst into continuous flame, Strove, with supremest genius, to nurse Me back to my true course. Strove with success. Since, if my heart, brain, pen, Through Storm, through Stress, Have won me place mid men ... If, by long years of unremitting strife, I have immeasurably enlarged my life, Next to myself, the victory is yours Yours, and those old-time hours. So, though you sleep, Sad shade, strong Death's sure thrall, Still do I keep I, on whom shadows fall Grateful and green, despite of others' feud, A fighting man's full-blooded gratitude. To you I owe my Breath of Life, Such debt No true heart could forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A BALLADE OF GREEN FIELDS; FOR F.W.M. by AUSTIN PHILIPS |
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