Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A MOCKING-BIRD, by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY Poet's Biography First Line: Thy taunting happiness Last Line: Beareth the blue, homeric, star-entangled tide! Subject(s): Grief; Happiness; Hearts; Mockingbirds; Sappho (610-580 B.c.); Tears; Sorrow; Sadness; Joy; Delight | ||||||||
Thy taunting happiness, Thy overbold upflashing bliss, Pierces my heart to-night, O mocking-bird! Beneath the limpid surge of darkness, The awe of stars and all the hush, Thou flingest far thy little joy, unawed -- Flushed with some momentary triumph, Or stray, delicious whim. The tumult of thy silver mockery Shakes through the trees, across the tranced lawn, And rouses weariness to pain within my heart. Cease, cease thy rapture! To-night the courage and the joy are gone; I would forget the battles and the ceaseless clash, The long, rewardless surge of strife, The race run and no laurels, The fight fought and no guerdon. To-night, only to-night, 'tis sweet No more to buffet with the winds of grief But bend to them, luxuriously abandoned. Again the light notes leap In gusts of gaiety! Ah, bird, thy song, derisive of defeat And age and the inevitable doom, Is but the song of mine own people -- The conquerors, the unafraid -- And thou, in thy bright arrogance and fearless bliss Summest the spirit of a newer age, The unprophetic confidence Of this new-sinewed western world. Cease, cease thy song of triumph and unwisdom! To-night I long to hear an alien sweetness that Long vision hath made sad. Oh, for a silver-steeped garden overseas, Hung with too poignant perfumes, Where thy frail sister lifts her piteous cry, Her little hidden cry, Sharp with a hundred centuries of pain, Hurt with the constant woe, The weariness and all the tears Of generations that have gone, darkly! Oh, to forget this western flaunt of living! To breathe in those far lands that air Breathed by dreamers dead, lovely and purposeless; To hear the anguished nightingale that Sappho heard; To see beneath the moon the olive trees And cypresses asleep, as when Antinous, With eastern-scented brows and poppy lids Looked forth, godlike, upon them; To catch, perhaps, -- the myrtle boughs between -- Glimpse of that unforgettable, sweet sea That heard of yore Sicilian shepherd boys Piping across their shining pastures, That still, upon the shores of Ithaca, Beareth the blue, Homeric, star-entangled tide! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STUDY OF HAPPINESS by KENNETH KOCH SO MUCH HAPPINESS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CROWD CONDITIONS by JOHN ASHBERY I WILL NOT BE CLAIMED by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#21): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN'S HAPPINESS by MARVIN BELL OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY |
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