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Seascape -- Stephen Spender

Guest poem submitted by Aseem Kaul:
(Poem #991) Seascape
        In memoriam M.A.S

 There are some days the happy ocean lies
 Like an unfingered harp, below the land.
 Afternoon guilds all the silent wires
 Into a burning music for the eyes
 On mirrors flashing between fine-strung fires
 The shore, heaped up with roses, horses, spires
 Wanders on water tall above ribbed sand.

 The motionlessness of the hot sky tires
 And a sigh, like a woman's from inland,
 Brushes the instrument with shadowy hand
 Drawing across those wires some gull's sharp cry
 Or bell, or shout, from distant, hedged-in, shires;
 These, deep as anchors, the hushing wave buries.

 Then from the shore, two zig-zag butterflies
 Like errant dog-roses cross the bright strand
 Spiralling over waves in dizzy gyres
 Until the fall in wet reflected skies.
 They drown. Fishermen understand
 Such wings sunk in such ritual sacrifice.

 Remembering legends of undersea, drowned cities.
 What voyagers, oh what heroes, flamed like pyres
 With helmets plumed have set forth from some island
 And them the seas engulfed.  Their eyes
 Distorted to the cruel waves desires,
 Glitter with coins through the tide scarcely scanned,
 While, far above, that harp assumes their sighs.
-- Stephen Spender
One of my favourite poems about the sea - I'm fascinated by the way Spender
manages to create a poem that, rather like the sea, is full of movement, but
is fundamentally unmoving. This is not just a sombre poem - it is a poem in
which all movement (butterflies, winds, invasions) is drowned and sacrificed
to the staid permanence of the afternoon, of the sea, of death. Even the
sorrow is gentle here - like a soft undertow of current tugging at you - a
requiem of harps and not of trumpets.

The other thing I love about this poem is the rhyme (I can't honestly
remember having read any other Spender where the rhyme pattern is this
complex) with the constant repetition of rhymes creating a resonance that
however avoids becoming a regular beat - thus creating a sound that is
musical yet dissonant.

Aseem.

6 comments: ( or Leave a comment )

Karve Amol said...

AT,

Spender has also written a book on the Process of Creativity from which
Khandwalla (of IIM-A fame) has liberally quoted, in his book "The Fourth
Eye" - an attempt at humor I think, which was, sadly, part of coursework at
my B-school. It probably is worthwhile taking a dekko at that for more such
gems, in case you already havent done that.

Regards,

Amol (you wont remember me - from your Bom. Univ. quizzing days)

Busana Muslim said...

in this case, the enchantment of the night. (This takes a page
from Jacques Derrida's postmodernist playbook.) And yet we keep trying,
as the poem so wonderfully points out.

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in this case, the enchantment of the night. (This takes a page
from Jacques Derrida's postmodernist playbook.) And yet we keep trying,
as the poem so wonderfully points out.

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Spender began work on a novel in 1929, which was not published until 1988, under the title The Temple, so I have read some of his poems , and they are really good, I would like to have the chance of get one of his works!!22dd

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