Rodney Posted December 30, 2006 Share Posted December 30, 2006 (edited) I wrote this about ten years ago. (I go through “poetic moods” now and then.) It was to be the intro to a much longer narrative poem. The lines incorporate some themes in my personal, intellectual, and artistic life (see for example my composition “Halley’s Comet” posted somewhere on the Rebirth of Reason forum). Poetic influences can be discerned, naturally.IA comet does not move the way one thinks;Although it throws off many trailing kinks,So headlong to the sun it seems to go,In truth there is no destination—noComet’s resting place; it means to swingAround the sun, and back to space to spring.Yet every orbit brings a sense of change:Age and newness—commonplace and strange! Trailing kinks—dissolving into fire;Orbit’s wings, bending higher and higher.There could have been a firefly meteor(Of which a comet is one metaphor)On the night Bernard was in the pram—Long before he thought to say “I am”—Looking straight above as infants mustGazing with a rapt unspoken trustWhile he that left him there—whose name was Pano—Rhapsodized upon the new pianoAnd hit upon one liquid melodySo ordered, it engulfed what was to beA supremely ordered mind. PerhapsSupine to the world—the night, the stars,Moonlight twixt the clouds that passed in bars—And he most asked himself about the world,Answers came: a meteor was hurled.And perhaps, that instant it was flashing,Two of Pano’s semitones were clashing,Crying for some form of resolutionImplying there may be short-lived confusionThen moving to the logic of an answer—(Proving it could not have been mere chance orAccident of random improvising.)That answer both demanded and surprising!Perhaps, I say—I only mean it may beWhat happened to someone’s precocious baby.But now let’s leave the realm of speculations(Do I detect in some a slight impatience?)And concentrate on what we know occurred—Not hesitate on any single word.IIIn later years, Bernard could quite recallDim conversation from across the hallBetween his parents, as he watched in bedThe winking of a star behind a shed,The glooming of the moon beyond a tree—Both objects of his nightly reverie.They spoke of Bernard’s future, and were doneWith calling him a special kind of son,Whose talents, soon, the larger world would know,When father said, “His wanderings to and froAre over. At the Future ExpositionTomorrow, we’ll fulfill every ambition! Many business people will be thereShowing uncounted wonders, to ensnareThe brightest girls and boys from Nascent High,Who, in their turn (the brave ones and the shy,The brightest ones, though innocent of age)Will dare to face the hall upon a stageAnd demonstrate the wonders they have learned:How one can touch a flame and not be burned;The cadence of Ulysses, sung by heart;A pas de deux; a masterpiece of art ...”But mother interrupted to remind himThe boy was not the one to leave behind himThose wonders and those tortures—early youth—That earnest and uncertain search for truthImportant to his nature. Could he findHis only pleasure—nourishment of mind—In one, directed, businesslike career?And father said, “The future drawing nearWill not permit another year’s delay: Let him forget it and enjoy that day!Did I hang my head in lonesome thought?Power, life, and love were what I sought.Did I long for hours on the beach?Landward things had so much more to teach!Ever since I was astray, near-mad,A hunger for the world was what I had.”“A hunger for the world”—and like a bellStriking in the ear, Bernard then fellDeep sleeping, and it ran into a streamWith other words to interrupt his dream.*There was a meadow, and a grassy hill,All shining shadows—he can see them still—And in these shadows there were worlds of hopeThough there was only sunshine on the slope,Though there was only daylight on the field,They still hid some things yet to be revealed.(And I will tell you what the secrets wereIn course of time. For now, I will demurAnd give the story.)[The verses end here.] Edited December 30, 2006 by ashleyparkerangel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dragonfly Posted December 30, 2006 Share Posted December 30, 2006 Perhaps you mean "pas de deux" instead of "pas de doux"? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rodney Posted December 30, 2006 Author Share Posted December 30, 2006 Perhaps you mean "pas de deux" instead of "pas de doux"?Yes, of course. Thank you. There is another word I think might be wrong--must consult the MS if I can find it. (I used a voice recognition program to key this in last year.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ellen Stuttle Posted December 30, 2006 Share Posted December 30, 2006 [The verses end here.]Darn. I want more!!Ellen___ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rodney Posted December 30, 2006 Author Share Posted December 30, 2006 Well, thanks for that. (Now, where did I put that outline? [Was there one?]) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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