Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAN, THE DESTROYER, by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE Poet's Biography First Line: O spirit of life, by whatsoe'er a name Last Line: Man, the proud fool of thought. Subject(s): Troy | ||||||||
O SPIRIT of Life, by whatsoe'er a name Known among men, even as our fathers bent Before thee, and as little children came For counsel in Life's dread predicament, Even we, with all our lore, That only beckons, saddens and betrays, Have no such key to the mysterious door As he that kneels and prays. The stern ascension of our climbing thought, The martyred pilgrims of the soaring soul, Bring us no nearer to the thing we sought, But only tempt us further from the goal; Yea! the eternal plan Darkens with knowledge, and our weary skill But makes us more of beast and less of man, Fevered to hate and kill. Loves flees with frightened eyes the world it knew, Fades and dissolves and vanishes away, And the sole art the sons of men pursue Is to out-speed the slayer and to slay: And lovely secrets won From radiant nature and her magic laws Serve but to stretch black deserts in the sun, And glut destruction's jaws. Life! is it sweet no more? the same blue sky Arches the woods; the green earth, filled with trees, Glories with song, happy it knows not why, Painted with flowers, and warm with murmurous bees; This earth, this golden home, Where men, like unto gods, were wont to dwell, Was all this builded, with the stars for dome, For man to make it hell? Was it for this life blossomed with fair arts, That for some paltry leagues of stolen land, Or some poor squabble of contending marts, Murder shall smudge out with its reeking hand Man's faith and fanes alike; And man be man no more -- but a brute brain, A primal horror mailed and fanged to strike, And bring the Dark again? Fool of the Ages! fitfully wise in vain; Surely the heavens shall laugh! -- the long long climb Up to the stars, to dash him down again! And all the travail of slow-moving Time And birth of radiant wings, A dream of pain, an agony for naught! Highest and lowest of created things, Man, the proud fool of thought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN OF TROY DOES COUNTER DANCING by MARGARET ATWOOD DESTROYING BEAUTY by CHARLES BUKOWSKI WHAT LIGHT DESTROYS by ANDREW HUDGINS A MOTEL IN TROY, NEW YORK by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN A MAN NAMED TROY by REGINALD SHEPHERD LETTER TO GOD FROM ETHAN AMOS BOYD, TROY, NY, 1929 by ANNE STEVENSON A MOMENT IN TROY by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE A BALLAD OF LONDON (TO H.W. MASSINGHAM) by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE AFTER THE WAR by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE WHAT OF THE DARKNESS?; TO THE HAPPY DEAD PEOPLE by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE |
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