Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DEMONSTRATION, by THOMAS TRAHERNE Poet's Biography First Line: The highest things are easiest to be shown Last Line: To whom in them himself, and all things tend. Subject(s): God; Truth | ||||||||
1 The highest things are easiest to be shown, And only capable of being known. A mist involves the eye, While in the middle it doth lie; And till the ends of things are seen, The way's uncertain that doth stand between. As in the air we see the clouds Like winding sheets, or shrouds: Which tho they nearer are obscure The sun, which higher far, is far more pure. 2 Its very brightness makes it near the eye, Tho many thousand leagues beyond the sky. Its beams by violence Invade, and ravish distant sense. Only extremes and heights are known; No certainty, where no perfection's shown. Extremities of blessedness Compel us to confess A God indeed. Whose excellence, In all His woks, must needs exceed all sense. 3 And for this cause incredibles alone May be by demonstration to us shown. Those things that are most bright Sun-like appear in their own light. And nothing's truly seen that's mean: Be it a sand, an acorn, or a bean, It must be cloth'd with endless glory, Before its perfect story (Be the spirit ne'er so clear) Can in its causes and its ends appear. 4 What can be more incredible than this, Where may we find a more profound abyss? What heavenly height can be Transcendent to this summity! What more desirable object can Be offer'd to the soul of hungering man! His gifts as they to us come down Are infinite, and crown The soul with strange fruitions; yet Returning from us they more value get. 5 And what than this can be more plain and clear, What truth than this more evident appear! The Godhead cannot prize The sun at all, nor yet the skies, Or air, or earth, or trees, or seas, Or stars, unless the soul of man they please. He neither sees with human eyes Nor needs Himself seas, skies, Or earth, or anything: He draws No breath, nor eats or drinks by nature's laws. 6 The joy and pleasure which His soul doth take In all His works is for His creatures' sake. So great a certainty We in this holy doctrine see That there could be no worth at all In anything material, great or small, Were not some creature more alive, Whence it might worth derive. God is the spring whence things came forth, Souls are the fountains of their real worth. 7 The joy and pleasure which His soul doth take In all His works is for His creatures' sake. Yet doth He take delight That's altogether infinite In them even as they from Him come. For such His love and goodness is, the sum Of all His happiness doth seem, At least in His esteem, In that delight and joy to lie Which is His blessed creatures' melody. 8 In them He sees, and feels, and smells, and lives, In them affected is to whom He gives: In them ten thousand ways, He all his works again enjoys, All things from Him to Him proceed By them; are His in them: as if indeed His Godhead did itself exceed. To them He all conveys; Nay even Himself: He is the end To whom in them Himself, and all things tend. | Other Poems of Interest...THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS INCLINED TO SPEAK by LAWRENCE JOSEPH WHAT IS TRUTH? by JOHN BOWRING EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV LYING MY HEAD OFF by CATE MARVIN TRUTH SERUM by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE |
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