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by Kathleen Raine | |

Heroes

 This war's dead heroes, who has seen them?
They rise in smoke above the burning city,
Faint clouds, dissolving into sky —

And who sifting the Libyan sand can find
The tracery of a human hand,
The faint impression of an absent mind,
The fade-out of a soldier's day dream?

You'll know your love no more, nor his sweet kisses —
He's forgotten you, girl, and in the idle sun
In long green grass that the east wind caresses
The seed of man is ravished by the corn.


by Kathleen Raine | |

Harvest

 Day is the hero's shield,
Achilles' field,
The light days are the angels.
We the seed.
Against eternal light and gorgon's face Day is the shield And we the grass Native to fields of iron, and skies of brass.


by Kathleen Raine | |

Far-Darting Apollo

 I saw the sun step like a gentleman
Dressed in black and proud as sin.
I saw the sun walk across London Like a young M.
P.
, risen to the occasion.
His step was light, his tread was dancing, His lips were smiling, his eyes glancing.
Over the Cenotaph in Whitehall The sun took the wicket with my skull.
The sun plays tennis in the court of Geneva With the guts of a Finn and the head of an Emperor.
The sun plays squash in a tomb of marble, The horses of Apocalypse are in his stable.
The sun plays a game of darts in Spain Three by three in flight formation.
The invincible wheels of his yellow car Are the discs that kindle the Chinese war.
The sun shows the world to the world, Turns its own ghost on the terrified crowd, Then plunges all images into the ocean Of the nightly mass emotion.
Games of chance and games of skill, All his sports are games to kill.
I saw the murderer at evening lie Bleeding on his death-bed sky.
His hyacinth breath, his laurel hair, His blinding sight, his moving air, My love, my grief, my weariness, my fears Hid from me in a night of tears.


by Kathleen Raine | |

Change

 Change 
Said the sun to the moon, 
You cannot stay.
Change Says the moon to the waters, All is flowing.
Change Says the fields to the grass, Seed-time and harvest, Chaff and grain.
You must change said, Said the worm to the bud, Though not to a rose, Petals fade That wings may rise Borne on the wind.
You are changing said death to the maiden, your wan face To memory, to beauty.
Are you ready to change? Says the thought to the heart, to let her pass All your life long For the unknown, the unborn In the alchemy Of the world's dream? You will change, says the stars to the sun, Says the night to the stars.


by Kathleen Raine | |

Confessions

 Wanting to know all
I overlooked each particle
Containing the whole
Unknowable.
Intent on one great love, perfect, Requited and for ever, I missed love's everywhere Small presence, thousand-guised.
And lifelong have been reading Book after book, searching For wisdom, but bringing Only my own understanding.
Forgive me, forgiver, Whether you be infinite omniscient Or some unnoticed other My existence has hurt.
Being what I am What could I do but wrong? Yet love can bring To heart healing To chaos meaning.


by Kathleen Raine | |

Lenten Flowers

 Primrose, anemone, bluebell, moss
Grow in the Kingdom of the Cross

And the ash-tree's purple bud
Dresses the spear that sheds his blood.
With the thorns that pierce his brow Soft encircling petals grow For in each flower the secret lies Of the tree that crucifies.
Garden by the water clear All must die who enter here!


by Kathleen Raine | |

Lament

 Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun,
Those crags in childhood that I used to climb?
Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain,
Hidden is the heart.
A day of cloud, a lifetime falls between, Gone are the heather moors and the pure stream, Gone are the rocky places and the green, Hidden, hidden under sorrow is yonder mountain, Hidden, hidden.
O storm and gale of tears, whose blinding screen Makes weather of grief, snow's drifting curtain Palls th'immortal heights once seen.
Hidden, hidden is the heart, Hidden, hidden is the heart.


by Kathleen Raine | |

Introspection

 If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Fear, fear,
Fear of the jaws of the rock,
Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that tear
Flesh from the bone, and the moist
Blood, running unfelt
From the wound, and the hand
Suddenly moist and red.
If you go deep Into the heart What do you find? Grief, grief, Grief for the life unlived, For the loves unloved, For the child never to be born, Th'unbidden anguish, when the fair moon Rises over still summer seas, and the pain Of sunlight scattered in vain on spring grass.
If you go deeper Into the heart What do you find there? Death, death, Death tht lets all go by, Lets the blood flow from the wound, Lets the night pass, Endures the day with indifference, knowing that all must end.
Sorrow is not forever, ad sense Endures no extremities, Death is the last Secret implicit within you, the hidden, the deepest Knowledge of all you will ever unfold In this body of earth.


by Kathleen Raine | |

Seed

 From star to star, from sun and spring and leaf,
And almost audible flowers whose sound is silence,
And in the common meadows, springs the seed of life.
Now the lilies open, and the rose Released by summer from the harmless graves That, centuries deep, are in the air we breathe, And in our earth, and in our daily bread.
External and innate dimensions hold The living forms, but not the force of life; For that interior and holy tree That in the heart of hearts outlives the world Spreads earthly shade into eternity.


by Kathleen Raine | |

Storm

 God in me is the fury on the bare heath
God in me shakes the interior kingdom of my heaven.
God in me is the fire wherein I burn.
God in me swirling cloud and driving rain God in me cries a lonely nameless bird God in me beats my head upon a stone.
God in me the four elements of storm Raging in the shelterless landscape of the mind Outside the barred doors of my Goneril heart.