|Song of a Man Who Has Come Through|
|Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!|
|A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.|
|If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!|
|If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!|
|5||If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed|
|By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world|
|Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;|
|If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge|
|Driven by invisible blows,|
|10||The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.|
|Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,|
|I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,|
|Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.|
|What is the knocking?|
|15||What is the knocking at the door in the night?|
|It is somebody wants to do us harm.|
|No, no, it is the three strange angels.|
|Admit them, admit them |
This poem is by D.H. Lawrence.
I read it today, this first day of 2008.
It is one of Lawrence's more optimistic poems.
He moaned much about the conditions of
his own time, and warned against a mechanical world.
He whined a lot about the effects of Money & Progress.
I wonder what he would write today about Progress in our
electronic and computerized world.
Would it be angels knocking?
IT'S THE OIL STUPID!