Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HERE IS MUSIC: 5, by AUSTIN PHILIPS First Line: If, decades back: in days Last Line: Peaceyes, and passion likewise: food for body, soul and mind. Subject(s): Aging; Youth | ||||||||
IF, decades back: in days When, saddened, side-tracked, shy, Inhibited, ill-at-ease, Seeking subconsciously For flight, escape, surcease, Outlook, and wider ways Of life, friends, spiritual peers. ... If, in those tragic years, Mile-stoned with pent-up tears, I, restless, wretched, lonely and adrift, By some incredible, ironic gift Of Fatetoo glorious, almost, to seem true Had see You, met You, spoken with You, too. ... If such a longed-for chance Had, all-unlooked-for, come, I, 'neath your measuring glance, Had stood confused, nay, dumb ... Then fled: Your charm, Your culture making me But more aware of my inferiority. To-daygrown firm through tears, Toil, effort, self-set tasks, Sure of myself: sure, too, Of all your voice unmasks In inner, intimate You, And what Your beauty bears Brought close by casual Fate, I sit and contemplate And wonder ... while a spate Of thought o'erwhelms me as we smile and spar; A sign, a signal beacons from afar, What time, deep down in my remotest breast, My Daimon whispers, "You have met the best," Says, "This is She whose ways, Whose heart, brain, sympathy, Might have made glad your days, Inspired you, bid you be Your richest self, have given you Faith and Force To find, recover, travel true, appointed course." Arcades amboeach An intellectual, strayed From pre-appointed path! You found your genius stayed, In girlish hours and rath, By vanities which teach Loose thinking, restlessness, False standards, set vile stress On social vapidness. ... I, the poor Malvern scholar, turned adrift By parents heedless of his God-given gift. ... If, in those hours when we were fighting free, We had lived, worked, striven in proximity. ... If, daily, You had shown Your work to me: I, brought Songs sung for You alone, What wonders we had wrought. ... Since that each uttered, first, for one to see, Full soon had touched all hearts ... through sheer intensity. If Youth but knew! If Age But could! Yet Youth knows not, And Age must needs accept, Support, endure its lot, Un-cavilled at, unwept, In silent vassalage. ... Stillin this book-lined room, Where leaping flames consume The glowing coals, illume Your mobile face, inform it with that light Which has become the Moon of all my Night I seem to prophesy no Future, but to forecast Some exquisite, all, alas! impossible Past, When, after long hours spent 'Neath alien roofs, apart, (Our tasks fulfilled: content, Priestess and Priest of Art), We met, of afternoons, to love, to find Peaceyes, and Passion likewise: food for body, soul and mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE WARS by ROBERT HASS THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES ALONG WITH YOUTH by ERNEST HEMINGWAY THE BLACK RIVIERA by MARK JARMAN A BALLADE OF GREEN FIELDS; FOR F.W.M. by AUSTIN PHILIPS |
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