Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FAMILY: 8, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I meanwhile in the populous house apart Last Line: That pipes in the grey eve. Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Family Life; Relatives | ||||||||
I meanwhile in the populous house apart Sit, snugly chambered, and my silent art Uninterrupted, unremitting ply Before the dawn, by morning lamplight, by The glow of smelting noon, and when the sun Dips past my westering hill and day is done; So, bending still over my trade of words, I hear the morning and the evening birds, The morning and the evening stars behold; So there apart I sit as once of old Napier in wizard Merchiston; and my Brown innocent aides in home and husbandry, Wonder askance, What ails the boss? they ask, Him, richest of the rich, an endless task Before the earliest birds or servants stir Calls and detains him daylong prisoner? He, whose innumerable dollars hewed This cleft in the boar- and devil-haunted wood, And bade therein, far seen to seas and skies, His many-windowed, painted palace rise Red-roofed, blue-walled, a rainbow on the hill, A wonder in the forest glade: he still Unthinkable Aladdin, dawn and dark, Scribbles and scribbles, like a German clerk. We see the fact, but tell, O tell us why? My reverend washman and wise butler cry. And from their lips the unanswered questions drop. How can he live that does not keep a shop? And why does he, being acclaimed so rich, Not dwell with other gentry on the beach? But harbour, impiously brave, In the cold, uncanny wood, haunt of the fleeing slave? The sun and the loud rain here alternate: Here, in the unfathomable bush, the great Voice of the wind makes a magnanimous sound. Here, too, no doubt, the shouting doves abound To be a dainty; here in the twilight stream That brawls adown the forest, frequent gleam The jewel-eyes of crawfish. These be good: Grant them! and can the thing be understood? That this white chief, whom no distress compels, Far from all compeers in the mountain dwells? And finds a manner of living to his wish Apart from high society and sea fish? Meanwhile at times the manifold Imperishable perfumes of the past And coloured pictures rise on me thick and fast And I remember the white rime, the loud Lamplitten city, shops and the changing crowd And I remember home and the old time, The winding river, the white morning rime, The autumn robin by the riverside, That pipes in the grey eve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES LIZARDS AND SNAKES by ANTHONY HECHT THE BOOK OF A THOUSAND EYES: I LOVE by LYN HEJINIAN CHILD ON THE MARSH by ANDREW HUDGINS MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS PLAYING DEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS THE GLASS HAMMER by ANDREW HUDGINS INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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