BOOK V AURORA LEIGH, be... «Aurora Leigh»
innashpitzberg20 мая 2013BOOK V
AURORA LEIGH, be humble. Shall I hope To speak my poems in mysterious tune With man and nature?--with the lava-lymph* That trickles from successive galaxies Still drop by drop a-down the finger of God In still new worlds?--with summer-days in this That scarce dare breathe they are so beautiful? With Spring's delicious trouble in the ground, Tormented by the quickened blood of roots, And softly pricked by golden crocus-sheaves In token of the harvest-time of flowers? With winters and with autumns--and beyond With the human heart's large seasons, when it hopes And fears, joys, grieves, and loves?--with all that strain Of sexual passion, which devours the flesh In a sacrament of souls? with mother's breasts Which, round the new-made creatures hanging there, Throb luminous and harmonious like pure spheres?-- With multitudinous life, and finally With the great escapings of ecstatic souls, Who, in a rush of too long prisoned flame, Their radiant faces upward, burn away This dark of the body, issuing on a world Beyond our mortal?--can I speak my verse So plainly in tune to these things and the rest, That men shall feel it catch them on the quick, As having the same warrant over them To hold and move them if they will or no, Alike imperious as the primal rhythm Of that theurgic nature?
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