1.22.2009

Thursday Text: Lullaby

I should probably start with a disclaimer. Although I have a degree in English and so had to read a lot of interesting things, I never quite got the literary analysis bit. (My emphasis was technical writing.) That being said, I enjoy poetry, novels, and the like - even though I may not be able to mine the texts for every last nugget sown by the author. I find the poet W.H. Auden ponderous and interesting, and I like his poem Lullaby without being entirely able to explain why.

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstasy.

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm glad you have started including text. It's very Anne.

ANNE said...

I've actually made time to read a couple of books lately (I'm finishing one today!), and it made me think that I should pull out some poetry for a refresher. Poetry's easy to read because it's one or two pages instead of 400!