heard.
The
miracle that gave them such a death
Transfigured to pure substance what had once
Been bone and sinew; when such bodies join
There is no
touching here, nor
touching there,
Nor straining joy, but whole is joined to whole;
For the
intercourse of angels is a light
Where for its moment both seem lost, consumed.
Here in the pitch-dark
atmosphere above
The trembling of the apple and the yew,
Here on the
anniversary of their death,
The
anniversary of their first embrace,
Those lovers, purified by tragedy,
Hurry into each other's arms; these eyes,
By water, herb and
solitary prayer
Made aquiline, are open to that light.
Though somewhat broken by the leaves, that light
Lies in a
circle on the grass; therein
I turn the pages of my holy book.
II
i{Ribb denounces Patrick}
An
abstract Greek
absurdity has crazed the man --
Recall that
masculine Trinity. Man, woman, child (a
daughter or a son),
That's how all natural or supernatural stories run.
Natural and supernatural with the self-same ring are
wed.
As man, as beast, as an ephemeral fly begets, Godhead
begets Godhead,
For things below are copies, the Great Smaragdine
Tablet said.
Yet all must copy copies, all increase their kind;
When the conflagration of their
passion sinks, damped
by the body or the mind,
That juggling nature mounts, her coil in their em-
braces twined.
The mirror-scaled
serpent is multiplicity,
But all that run in couples, on earth, in flood or air,
share God that is but three,
And could beget or bear themselves could they but
love as He.
III
i{Ribb in Ecstasy}
What matter that you understood no word!
Doubtless I spoke or sang what I had heard
In broken sentences. My soul had found
All happiness in its own cause or ground.
Godhead on Godhead in
sexual spasm begot
Godhead. Some shadow fell. My soul forgot
Those amorous cries that out of quiet come
And must the common round of day resume.
IV
i{There}
There all the barrel-hoops are knit,
There all the
serpent-tails are bit,
There all the gyres converge in one,
There all the planets drop in the Sun.
V
i{Ribb considers Christian Love insufficient}
Why should I seek for love or study it?
It is of God and passes human wit.
I study
hatred with great diligence,
For that's a
passion in my own control,
A sort of besom that can clear the soul
Of everything that is not mind or sense.
Why do I hate man, woman Or event?
That is a light my
jealous soul has sent.
From
terror and
deception freed it can
Discover impurities, can show at last
How soul may walk when all such things are past,
How soul could walk before such things began.
Then my delivered soul herself shall learn
A darker knowledge and in
hatred turn
From every thought of God mankind has had.
Thought is a
garment and the soul's a bride
That cannot in that trash and tinsel hide:
Hatred of God may bring the soul to God.
At stroke of
midnight soul cannot endure
A
bodily or
mental furniture.
What can she take until her Master give!
Where can she look until He make the show!
What can she know until He bid her know!
How can she live till in her blood He live!
VI
i{He and She}
As the moon sidles up
Must she sidle up,
As trips the scared moon
Away must she trip:
"His light had struck me blind
Dared I stop'.
She sings as the moon sings:
"I am I, am I;
The greater grows my light
The further that I fly'.
All
creation shivers
With that sweet cry
VII
i{What Magic Drum?}
He holds him from desire, all but stops his breathing
lest
primordial Motherhood
forsake his limbs, the child no
longer rest,
Drinking joy as it were milk upon his breast.
Through light-obliterating garden
foliage what magic
drum?
Down limb and breast or down that glimmering belly
move his mouth and sinewy tongue.
What from the forest came? What beast has licked its
young?
VIII
i{Whence had they come?}
Eternity is
passion, girl or boy
Cry at the onset of their
sexual joy
"For ever and for ever'; then awake
Ignorant what Dramatis personae spake;
A
passion-driven exultant man sings out
Sentences that he has never thought;
The Flagellant lashes those submissive loins
Ignorant what that
dramatist enjoins,
What master made the lash. Whence had they come,
The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome?
What
sacred drama through her body heaved
When world-transforming Charlemagne was con-
ceived?
IX
i{The Four Ages of Man}
He with body waged a fight,
But body won; it walks upright.
Then he struggled with the heart;
Innocence and peace depart.
Then he struggled with the mind;
His proud heart he left behind.
Now his wars on God begin;
At stroke of
midnight God shall win.
X
i{Conjunctions}
If Jupiter and Saturn meet,
What a cop of mummy wheat!
The sword's a cross; thereon He died:
On breast of Mars the
goddess sighed.
XI
i{A Needle's Eye}
All the
stream that's roaring by
Came out of a needle's eye;
Things
unborn, things that are gone,
From needle's eye still goad it on.
XII
i{Meru}
Civilisation is hooped together, brought
Under a mle, under the
semblance of peace
By
manifoldillusion; but man's life is thought,
And he,
despite his
terror, cannot cease
Ravening through century after century,
Ravening, raging, and uprooting that he may come
Into the
desolation of reality:
Egypt and Greece, good-bye, and good-bye, Rome!
Hermits upon Mount Meru or Everest,
Caverned in night under the drifted snow,
Or where that snow and winter's
dreadful blast
Beat down upon their naked bodies, know
That day brings round the night, that before dawn
His glory and his monuments are gone.
SWIFT'S EPITAPH
SWIFT has sailed into his rest;
Savage
indignation there
Cannot lacerate his breast.
Imitate him if you dare,
World-besotted traveller; he
Served human liberty.
THAT THE NIGHT COME
SHE lived in storm and strife,
Her soul had such desire
For what proud death may bring
That it could not endure
The common good of life,
But lived as 'twere a king
That packed his marriage day
With banneret and pennon,
Trumpet and kettledrum,
And the
outrageous cannon,
To
bundle time away
That the night come.
THE BLESSED
CUMHAL called out, bending his head,
Till Dathi came and stood,
With a blink in his eyes, at the cave-mouth,
Between the wind and the wood.
And Cumhal said, bending his knees,
"I have come by the windy way
And learn to pray when you pray.
"I can bring you
salmon out of the
streams
And heron out of the skies."
But Dathi folded his hands and smiled
With the secrets of God in his eyes.
And Cumhal saw like a drifting smoke
All manner of
blessed souls,
Women and children, young men with books,
And old men with croziers and stoles.
"praise God and God's Mother,' Dathi said,
"For God and God's Mother have sent