Age of Jahiliyah

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Archive for the day “May 2, 2011”

The Listeners by Walter De La Mare

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,

Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses

Of the forest’s ferny floor:

And a bird flew up out of the turret,

Above the Traveller’s head

And he smote upon the door again a second time;

‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.

But no one descended to the Traveller;

No head from the leaf-fringed sill

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,

Where he stood perplexed and still.

But only a host of phantom listeners

That dwelt in the lone house then

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight

To that voice from the world of men:

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,

That goes down to the empty hall,

Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken

By the lonely Traveller’s call.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness,

Their stillness answering his cry,

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,

‘Neath the starred and leafy sky;

For he suddenly smote on the door, even

Louder, and lifted his head:-

‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,

That I kept my word,’ he said.

Never the least stir made the listeners,

Though every word he spake

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house

From the one man left awake:

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,

And the sound of iron on stone,

And how the silence surged softly backward,

When the plunging hoofs were gone.

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Artichoke by Joseph Hutchinson

O heart weighed down by so many wings.


Taken Up by Charles Martin

Tired of earth, they dwindled on their hill,

Watching and waiting in the moonlight until

The aspens’ leaves quite suddenly grew still,

No longer quaking as the disc descended,

That glowing wheel of lights whose coming ended

All waiting and watching. When it landed

The ones within it one by one came forth,

Stalking out awkwardly upon the earth,

And those who watched them were confirmed in faith:

Mysterious voyagers from outer space,

Attenuated, golden—shreds of lace

Spun into seeds of the sunflower’s spinning face—

Light was their speech, spanning mind to mind:

We come here not believing what we find—

Can it be your desire to leave behind

The earth, which even those called angels bless,

Exchanging amplitude for emptiness?

And in a single voice they answered Yes,

Discord of human melodies all blent

To the unearthly harmony of their assent.

Come then, the Strangers said, and those who were taken, went.

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