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The Great Unknown (1) by Charles Bryant Here is the first part of a sequence of poems which I wrote twenty or so years ago. I did not know (More) Here is the first part of a sequence of poems which I wrote twenty or so years ago. I did not know of their existence until a few days ago when I found them on an old cassette tape. It might be their miraculous appearance that makes me fond, but they sound like some of the best things I have done. The recording is around two decades old also - before my voice became hoarse with old age!
Archaic at least two thousand years
he stares into the camera lens
as that one gazed into the nighttime sky
from a scented terrace in Babylon.
Tigris and Euphrates interflow,
like images of now and then,
here is the human god we understand.
From the east, the dawnland,
the place of the rising sun,
beginnings smoulder, shatter in resolve
porticoes and trumpets, sleeved white gowns.
The Questioner knows my name and nature
the other part of being asks to know;
and in the stillness, softness, in the silence, peace,
coming together after all these years.
Yes, there is a mystery beyond the scope of rationality
and I should love it even if it lied.
Never had I seen one such
nor thought to touch
the voyager from far beyond the stars.
You are a fellow spirit brother mine,
unborn and totally benign.
I salute the essence seen through you.
Age shall wither and custom stale;
but far beyond the present time
a star shows me what you are and where you are
and it shall never falter or grow pale.
It burns upon an ever active core continually.
Now, and ever after, and before,
in the time where time begins and has its end,
here seal the contact, call me friend not lover.
Inevitably love must have an end
but friendship has no period or date
is not too soon or late, but always now.
Here swear the bond and seal the vow
not with blood but life, the being pure,
the incandescent essence turns to flame
and then into our beings once again
where we are separate and yet the same.
The longing is not appeased, can never be;
were we but one the ecstacy would fade;
only in separation can we thrive,
know ourselves as one, but stay apart.
Thus he came to me, will always come,
the feeling that in him I am at home
even though I drift through space and time;
a god I do not know, the self I cannot name,
are one and both the same,
one and both the same for ever more,
who find in separation sweetest love.
No, it is only the light upon the wall
and the slim ankle and the whitest muslin,
the line of the jaw beneath the skin
demanding that you stroke it, that you smooth it.
And if the lips be ready, here upon the cushions
where the scented breeze blows across from the gardens,
let us pass a Cairene afternoon
sipping coffee and a sweet liqueur.
Tell him he is welcome in his coming
tell him that the centuries stand still;
whisper the name of one for so long absent,
hear the echo in the inner chamber.
We waited for the changing
but the bright light faded into a deeper magic
and in the evening consummation
just before the rising of the moon
we heard the woman crying in the courtyard.
The kind old gentleman falls from heaven,
compassion broods upon a murdered cat;
the host of angels fades into the cosmos;
we are left in the silence to ourselves,
our hands are opened, emptied of its treasure
desecrated temple of the senses,
abandoned sacrifice, all delight departed,
here we are with nothing but our bodies.
The mood recurs and emptiness returns,
again the anguished emptiness returns.
Never mind, the flesh that moves so subtly
now accepts the burden of the boundless,
the mind imagines gods that never lived.
Here I have infinity's gleaming temple
the light that passes on the whitewashed wall,
against it leans perfected nature's beauty,
the form that took millennia to make,
more precious than a thousand rich men's fortunes.
Here in the silence of the misted morning,
here in the dawning's desolation.
Into the fiery heart of matter,
through blackness into living light;
across the thin unending spaces
swirled into a vortex,
plunged in the ceaseless, mysterious atom.
Matter is itself the living secret,
the unviolated godhead of our being,
that which is born, and that which gives it birth,
the parent and the child in one.
Unimaginable the depth of being
which is an everyday occurance,
the miracle is all around us,
the mystery is at our fingertips.
Created creator, what can you know of your creature?
The worshipper is one with the living god.
What if the door should open on the sea,
confront us with the wild waste suddenly?
What if we saw the visionary whale?
If we corrupt and delve
while sunlight floods the floor
darkness waits beyond the door.
Late afternoon confusion
sweeps the morning's certainty away,
leaves us to the evening's mercy at the close of day,
followed by a wakeful sleep. (Less)
Porphyria's Lover A one time performance during the 5th Annual Dead Poets Slam at Sarah Lawrence College on Thursday, (More) A one time performance during the 5th Annual Dead Poets Slam at Sarah Lawrence College on Thursday, November 9, 2006 at 8:00 pm in the Reisinger Concert Hall.
From the SLC Event Calendar:
Students will embody and present the work of dead poets in a lively, theatrical context. Performers include: Jade Foster, Jorge Monterrosa, Meg Plunkett, Sonnet Graham, Natalie Park, Shannon Houston, Davin Searls, Hadley Franklin, Molly Jo Gorevan, Emmalea Russo, Lindsey Bontempo, Gary Ploski, John Powell, David Clark, Arielle Narva, Judith Chiriqui, Josh Schneider, Melissa Bayer, Jennifer Hanks, Jake Schneider, and several faculty guests. Poems to be performed include work by Anne Sexton, John Donne, June Jordan, Yehuda Amichai, Marina Tsvetaeva, Miguel Pinero, John Berryman, Frank O'Hara, William Carlos Williams, and others. Organized by Jeffrey McDaniel and Sonnet Graham.
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Porphyria's Lover
By Robert Browning
The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
and did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me--she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!
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Luomo - The Present Lover 
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