天涯在线书库《www.tianyabook.com》 《Some Poems of Carson McCulles》 The Mortgaged Heart The dead demand a double vision. A furthered zone, Ghostly decision of apportionmaged heart. Watch twice the orchard blossoms in ??gray rain And to the cold rose skies bring twin surprise. Endure each summons once, and once again; Experience multiplied by two--the duty reized. Instruct the quivering spirit, instant nerve To schizophrenic master serve, Or like a homeless Doppelg?nger Blind love might wandbbr>藏书网er. The me of the dead is known. Prepare the cherished wreath, the garland door. But the secluded ash, the humble bone-- Do the dead know? When We Are Lost When we are lost what image tells? Nothing resembles nothing. Yet nothing Is not blank. It is figured Hell: Of noticed clocks on winter afternoons, malignant stars, Demanding furniture. Al?９９lｉｂ?l ued And with air between. The terror. Is it of Space, of Time藏书网? Or the jo screaming round the world. The Dual Angel A Meditation in and Choice Intation to Lucifer Angel disarmed, lay down your ing, finally tell The currents, stops and altitudes between Heaven and Hell. Or were the scalding stars too loud for your celestial velleities, The everlasting zones of emptiness uny to your imperious hand? Did you admit the shocks and shuttles of the circumstance, Ahe aeons ever sinister Or were they just vulgar as a marathon dance? Did you keep camping all through chaos paring colors of infinity to neon lights? Forever were you insolable during the downward flight Spurning the fort of affinity and rose, the rest of su, clarity, Avoiding rainbows in that desperate clash against the stars? Your tearless wizardry soon caught the rhyme Of universe, the plaary chimes, atomic quandary. It took you only a zone or two to riddle The top-secret density relating Spae. Did once your hurtling seurn To paradise that you had robbed and spurned? Did you once wonder, oime weep? As earth nears, turn again defaulting eyes to paradise, Defaulting eyes, turn once again With the prese of further bliss Before you shudder with the first and final kiss. Hymen, O Hymen It was the time when the star was inchoate And there were only revolving seas and land still malleable. There was no garden at that time--but there was God. For when the sun burst God chose the minority side of firmament Aled oh to study an experiment. We know nothing of that meeting, nothing at all Only the protean firelight fearful on the wall. Since we only know it happes anybodys guess How abdicated angel asked for and found Gods rest. Ecce, the emperor of velocity and glare The splendor from his awful odyssey, his starlit hair Landed on a rim of o, striding to shore The radiant grad arrogance before The blue-veined instep faltered and slowly dimmed the pirate eyes. Ecce, the quailing emperainst a violet sea and the primeval skies. Behold this homage to a majesty almost impossible to explain For after the heavenly holdup God was left rather plain. Deliberate and unadorned, but after all what need Of scepter had the hand that hewed the Universe? And ruler of infinity has little use for speed. His visage black with wind and sun, almighty hand vibrant with strife Feeling in blank mysterious seas the secret miracle of life. Imagihe enter when the polarities ce When stars of love and sorrow met Satans jeweled glance. We are told nothing of ception, really nothing at all. Only the firelit symbols of an antique nurse scary and ging on the wall. We are told nothing Of the vibrato of desire remorseless Until the solar-plexal swinging Orchestrates to all flesh singing. Post , omnia tristia sunt. Sadness, then sleep, the blaze of noon, loves gladness. There was no witness of this bridal night Only azoic seascape and interlog angels might. So now we speculate with filial wonder, Fabricate that night of love and ponder On the quietude of Satan in our Fathers arms: Velocity stilled, the restful shade. Satan we uand--but what was Gods will That iight before we were made? The day He pleted His experiment Found in the seas that atom he willed alive Nursed in His awesome hand, taught to survive The shock of creation, watched with His love and care Astride in o and unknowing that Satans o-skipping eye was there Envisaging end in the beginning, wrestling with Gods life, The eye of guile had sliced the atom with Sataniife. Love And The Rind Of Time What is Time that man should be so mindful: The earth is aged 500 thousand millions of years, Allowing some huhousand millions of margin for error And man evolving a mere half-million years of sciousness, twilight and terror Only a flicker of eternity divides us from unknowi And how far are we from the fern, the rose, essential yeast? Indeed in these light aeons how far From animal to evening star? Skip time for now and fix the eye upoy Eye gazing backward or forward it is the same Whether Mozart or short-order cook with an infirmity Except the illuminations alter their shafts Except we would rather be Mozart, we want to last as long as Possible, to radiate, to sing Although iy it may be the same thing. In Gods os acc to report Nothing lapses, no gene is lost After turies may bustle in the sport Which will in time and the line. Those who find it a little harder to live And therefore live a little harder, As struggling gene in oic plant Predestine voluntary cells that give The evolutionary turn to fish, the With multiplying brain that dominates earths feasts. From weed to dinosaur through the peripheries of stars From furtherest star imperiled on the rind of time, How long to core of love in human mind? The Dual Angel The world dazed by Satanic glares Like try children spangled-eyed at ty fairs Seeing no terror in trapeze, kiic thrill of zones above listening, And the unheeded shrill of the world lost, rocketing in space, Despairs of those who are struck down upon Hells floor and die --or crawl awhile a little more. The screams are heard by blasted ears within the radiation zone And hanging eyes upon a cheek must see the charred and iridest craze-- Earth orphaned by atom, each man alone. The furious intellect relating furtherest space to beyoime, Exalting abstras, vaulting the 1 2 3, Defaulting from the simplest kinship, disjoining man from man, Seeing across os, and stumbling on a grain of sand. Almighty God! After the half a million years this is the tury of decision Between obsest suicide and Mans transfigured vision. Here are the fl plant, beast and the dual angel, The living whles with the weight of dead and, Reizing victory, surmises radian lead. Father, Upon Thy Image We Are Spanned Why are we split upon our double nature, how are we planned? Father, upon what Image are we spanned? Turning helpless in the garden ht and wrong Mocked by the reversibles of good and evil Heir of the exile. Lucifer, and brother of Thy universal Son Who said it is finished when Thy synthesis was just begun. We suffer the sorrow of separation and division With a heart that blazes with Christs vision: That though we be deviously natured, dual-planned, Father, upon Thy image we are spanned. AVE Stone Is Not Stone There was a time when stone was stone And a fa the street was a finished face. Betweehing, myself and God alone There was an instant symmetry. Since you have a..ered all my world this trinity is twisted: Stone is not stone And faces like t..e fraed characters in dreams are inplete Until in the childs inchoate face I reize your exiled eyes. The soldier climbs the glaring s?99ｌib.tair leaving your shadow. Tonight, this torn room sleeps Beh t?99lｉb.rlight bent by you. Saraband Select your sorrows if you , Edit your ironies, even grieve with guile. Adjust to a world divided Which demands your did seoop to labyrinthine wiles What natural alchemy lends To the scrubby grocery boy with dirty hair The lustre of Apollolden Hyaths fabled stare. If you must cross the April park, be brisk: Avoid the ce of the evening, eyes from afar Lest you be held as a securi?y risk Solicit only the evening star. Your desperate nerves fuse laughter with disaster And higgledy piggledy giggle once begun a host of unassorted sorrows You never could manage one by obbr>..ne. The world that jibes your tenderness Jails your lust. Bewildered by the paradox of all your musts Turning from horizon to horizon, noonday to dusk It may be only you uand: On a mild sea afternoon of blue and gold When the sky is a mild blue of a ese bowl The bones of Hart e, sailors and the drugstore man Beat on the os floor the same saraband.天涯在线书库《www.tianyabook.com》