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Well it’s nice, I guess, but Auden was no Al Gore. Now THAT’S poetry.
A Carol
Our Lord Who did the Ox command
To kneel to Judah’s King,
He binds His frost upon the land
To ripen it for Spring —
To ripen it for Spring, good sirs,
According to His Word.
Which well must be as ye can see —
And who shall judge the Lord?
When we poor fenmen skate the ice
Or shiver on the wold,
We hear the cry of a single tree
That breaks her heart in the cold —
That breaks her heart in the cold, good sirs,
And rendeth by the board.
Which well must be as ye can see —
And who shall judge the Lord?
Her wood is crazed and little worth
Excepting as to burn,
That we may warm and make our mirth
Until the Spring return —
Until the Spring return, good sirs,
When Christians walk abroad;
When well must be as ye can see —
And who shall judge the Lord?
God bless the master of this house,
And all who sleep therein!
And guard the fens from pirate folk,
And keep us all from sin,
To walk in honesty, good sirs,
Of thought and deed and word!
Which shall befriend our latter end….
And who shall judge the Lord?
– Rudyard Kipling,
“The Tree of Justice” — REWARDS AND FAIRIES
Thank you for the poetry. The verses made this dreary, cold, and damp day more bearable. Here is one of my favorite winter references, albeit, not poetry.
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.”
– Plutarch, Moralia
Thanks, Father Z. I’m no longer a book dealer but when I went to http://www.addall.com and checked under used books and found that there were only THREE copies of the Auden Anthology in the entire WORLD for sale and that one of them was $4 and the next one was $20, I bought myself this little delight with a clear conscience.
Thanks for so vivid and (to my feeling still ‘true to life’) evocation of such a scene!
The Kipling and Plutarch were also thoroughly enjoyable!
PINE VALLEY
Gerard Manly Hopkins
Winter with the Gulf Stream
The boughs, the boughs are bare enough
But earth has never felt the snow.
Frost-furred our ivies are and rough
With bills of rime the brambles shew.
The hoarse leaves crawl on hissing ground
Because the sighing wind is low.
But if the rain-blasts be unbound
And from dank feathers wring the drops
The clogged brook runs with choking sound
Kneading the mounded mire that stops
His channel under clammy coats
Of foliage fallen in the copse.
A simple passage of weak notes
Is all the winter bird dare try.
The bugle moon by daylight floats
So glassy white about the sky,
So like a berg of hyaline,
And pencilled blue so daintily
I never saw her so divine.
But through black branches, rarely drest
In scarves of silky shot and shine,
The webbed and the watery west
Where yonder crimson fireball sits
Looks laid for feasting and for rest.
I see long reefs of violets
In beryl-covered fens so dim,
A gold-water Pactolus frets
Its brindled wharves and yellow brim,
The waxen colours weep and run,
And slendering to his burning rim
Into the flat blue mist the sun
Drops out and all our day is done.
I must add just this one caveat about Gerard Manley Hopkins, a sensitive Jesuit: first, I think he is the most brilliant Poet, Catholic or otherwise we’ve seen since Shakespeare; second, he is published posthumously; none of his works made him at all famous, or, even recognized while he was alive; third, he (like Shakespeare and James Joyce) is quite hard to read. But if you slow-down, and draw his words out, and, occasionally, look them up; he can be the most rewarding of late-nineteenth century poets, whether Catholic or not.
Here is an inexplicably beautiful book within a book written of Hopkins, who was writing about the sinking of the Deutschland (in poetic form), and the Nuns who perished in that disaster, and the overall story is written by a Catholic writer, Ron Hansen, in prose (the overall result is wonderful): HERE.
I breezed through this book in three days, a rarity for me.