Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN RERUM NATURA (WHILE SITTING BEFORE A LONDON FIRESIDE), by CARLTON KENDALL First Line: In a city of tolling bells Last Line: Whence comes your laughter; where goes your tear?' Subject(s): London; Men | ||||||||
In a city of tolling bells, Where the yellow fog hangs low, I sat and dreamed, While the firelight gleamed On a window white with snow. 'What is this thing that men call life? What means this struggle of aching strife? I asked in my moment of woe. 'Is it a breath in the ocean of space A glimmer, a glitter, a madcap's race Where the limitless bounds of reason trace Their white-streaked paths, then go? Or is it a glorious phantasy A threshold of light to a garden gay, Where myriad rainbows dance away The silver hourstill lo! The curtains part on a saffron sea, Revealing the throne of God's majesty?' I asked in my moment of woe. But my firecoals gleamed, as they've always gleamed, And my thoughts flew on while on I dreamed Till at length I noddedand then it seemed That I heard a sound at my window pane Like a flutter of wings, a patter of rain; And turning about, I beheld afright The form of an angel, spotless white, Silhouetted against the night. Its face was pale; its eyes aflame! Its lips were silent. I shuddered in shame, For I knew that it saw my wretched life. Its gaze went through me like a knife Stabbing my heart. I swooned, I gasped! But, before I could speak, the vision passed, And naught remained in the firelight's glow But my window pane with its frosted snow. I awakened and lookedbut the room was bare! 'Tis nothing,' I said, 'but a plain nightmare.' Then suddenly, in the coals, I read The message the angel had left unsaid: 'The truth, oh man, is beyond your ken While you wander about in the world of men. Yet, someday perhaps, in a life to come You may learn the figures and add the sum While you tread the paths where the comets run, Or kneel in homage before the One Who guards the crystal ball of light In the hall of amber ebonite. And then, you may know what you ponder here Whence comes your laughter; where goes your tear?' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIE DOWN WITH A MAN by TONY HOAGLAND WHY ARE YOUNG MEN SO UGLY by TONY HOAGLAND SONG OF MEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FIRST LESSON by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY ON REACHING FORTY by CARLTON KENDALL NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE |
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