Jul 15 2009

Dona Nobis

Published by Der Nachtfalter under Fiction, Poetry

Dona Nobis

I dream of street lights passing by:
Sleeping against the window, your face fades
In the dark spaces between
Then returns; the shadow of rain on the windshield
Cascades down your face like dark tears
Dissolving your form into darkness
Until the next light passes and you reappear.

Once, time slowed and the sun obeyed
Us, our arms outstretched binding
Afternoons and evenings to eternity,
But now we hurtle over pavement,
A wheeled rocket racing toward the end of the world,
Incapable of turning or stopping.

Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla

The city blinks away behind us and
Street lights pass less frequently.
The dark spaces grow stronger,
Leaving you longer in shadow,
A black hole just beyond my elbow.
What beauty was in the world vanishes
As the last light fades, leaving
Only headlights to light the road ahead,
And no light shining on you at all.

Qui Mariam absolvisti,
Et latronem exaudisti,
Mihi quoque spem dedisti.

I must drive deeper into the night,
Hoping to reach some distant sunrise
In whose light you would again appear
And wipe the sleep from your eyes.
If I stopped while darkness still veils you,
I would reach out my hand to wake you
And find only air where you once were
Because you had faded away forever.

So I grip the wheel and drive sleeplessly
Toward morning hoping desperately
That the road beneath me will last
Until the sun rises from its grave
Reclaiming you from shadow,
Despite knowing, as one does in dreams,
That night would prove longer than pavement
And the road would end, leaving me alone
Listening to windshield wipers in the rain.

Fac eas, Domine, de morte transire ad vitam.

Exhausted I wake relieved of dreams and see
Shadows diminished, through the window
I feel sunshine and hear a new day calling me

Lux aeterna luceat nobis, Domine,
Et requiem aeternam dona nobis.
Lux perpetua luceat nobis, Domine. Amen.

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May 27 2009

Ten Favorite Poems

Published by Der Nachtfalter under Top Ten Lists

Top Ten lists are always a crowd pleaser (and something easy to write about). I was thinking about making this a WordPress page rather than a post so it would be easy for others to find and me to update, but there are too many other similar lists to make, so I will just make a whole category of posts for top ten lists.

Note: This doesn’t include book length poems, so no Divine Comedy, or Paradise Lost, or Iliad type poems.

1. The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The best poems combine great poetry with great evidences of Christianity, and Hopkins consistently does so. “The Windhover” uses the falcon as a picture of Christ’s effortless mastery and views with astonishment the self-sacrifice of Christ in light of his mastery over all things. I think the last line is beautiful and perhaps my favorite line in all poetry.

2. Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Another example of a great Christian poem. I put this ahead of The Waste Land because it represents Eliot’s post-conversion poetry. This group of four poems contains all of Eliot’s trademark complexity and difficultness, but I enjoy the challenge of reading poems like this. It’s like putting a puzzle together, finding all the allusions and meanings. I think if I could describe the Four Quartets in one word, it would be “elegant” (but I mean that in a much more positive way than Emma Woodhouse would).

3. Maud by Lord Tennyson

This is easily the longest poem I put on this list (Eliot’s are also quite lengthy). In case you’re wondering why I like this poem, here are some quotes from Encyclopedia Britannica

['Maud' is] a strange and turbulent “monodrama,” [which] provoked a storm of protest; many of the poet’s admirers were shocked by the morbidity, hysteria, and bellicosity of the hero. Yet Maud was Tennyson’s favourite among his poems. *

Maud (1855) assembles 27 lyric poems into a single dramatic monologue that disturbingly explores the psychology of violence.”**

It also explores the psychology of love. I’m not a big fan of the poem’s very end, but the overall story and the lyrical beauty of much of the verse (along with the subject matter), make it one of my favorite poems.

4. Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas

The perspective in this poem is that of an older person interjecting childhood memories with the mortality of which he is now much more aware. I love the rolling rythm of the poem and how it builds toward the last stanza. After all the green and youthful imagery, the last three lines hit with the force of a freight train. Those lines are some more of my most favorite lines in poetry.

5. The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot

This is another large difficult work by Eliot. It has a bit of an edge the Four Quartets doesn’t have because of its more negative nature. This is pre-conversion Eliot, and the poem is full of searching and trying to keep things from falling apart. It’s very fragmented, but with a purpose and in a way that makes the reader think. It also gets bonus points for having lines in German ^_^.

6. Among School Children by W.B. Yeats.

Yeats would be one of my favorite poets were it not for his peculiar religious inclinations which sometimes work their way into his poems. While his early poems like “Lake Isle of Innisfree” are nice, it’s his later more mature poetry like “Sailing to Byzantium,” “Second Coming,” and this poem that secures his place as one of the greatest 20th century poets. This is another poem about an older person having visions of youth, but I think the poem focuses on the platonic themes of image and nature which appear toward the end of the poem.

7. Home Burial by Robert Frost

This is my favorite Frost poem. It is a chilling discourse on the difficulties of communication. At first glance, the man in the poem appears to be a horrible callous person, but read the poem again and notice how much of the wife’s animosity is based solely on her interpretation of his actions–motives that she projects. What else could explain his actions? The husband has suffered emotionally as much as his wife over the death of their son, but the real tragedy is the different ways they deal with their loss and their lack of ability to clearly communicate what they feel in order to share the suffering that they have in common.

8. Spring and Fall by Gerard Manley Hopkins

I find this poem interesting both because of Hopkins’ style and the juxtaposition of the poem’s subject (a young girl) and subject matter (mortality and aging). It’s well-crafted poem that paints a bittersweet picture and strikes a universal cord.

9. This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams

Williams is a master of implications and chilling situations (read The Young Housewife for another example). I like how his poems leave a sense that there is much more behind them. What is the relationship between the speaker in the poem and his (assumed) spouse. Is it strained? Apathetic? Negligent? Or so strong that this simple note is enough to repair the malefaction? This poem just scratches the surface, but does so in an ambiguous manner that implies the depths and complexities of human nature which lie far below, like a shadow passing below you through the water somewhere between the surface and the impossibly distant ocean floor.

10. The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens

As a person who has “a mind of winter” and has “been cold a long time,” I like this poem. Its evocative qualities fit my personality. However, beyond the wintry images, Stevens hides deeper meaning. Unfortunately, Stevens is one of the most difficult poets I’ve ever read, so I’m not exceptionally confident about finding and sharing a deeper theme from this poem. I think though that this poem is about associations and how long and strongly something (like winter with its beautiful “spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun” etc) must be experienced in person before one can overcome associations which may not be valid (in this case the negative associations of misery). Only when associations have been vanquished can the viewer “behold nothing that is not there” i.e. only then can he see the “thing itself,” to borrow a phrase from William Carlos Williams.

* “Alfred. Lord Tennyson.” Encyclopædia Britannica. 2009. Encyclopædia Britannica Online. 27 May. 2009
**“English Literature.” Encyclopædia Britannica. 2009. Encyclopædia Britannica Online. 27 May. 2009

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