NAPOMO: The Strange Music, GK Chesterton
Apr. 16th, 2009 12:54 pmI must admit that I was surprised to find Chesterton had written rather erotic love poetry, but it's exactly what I would have I expected, had I been expecting it. Though I can't help feeling that the lyrical-I is giving himself a hell of a lot to live up to... (to the point that I wonder if it isn't actually intended as bridal mysticism, and the speaker Christ, but that's probably just the result of Too Much Mysticism).
The Strange Music.
Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack,
But I wander like a minstrel with my harp upon his back,
Though my harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret,
Still, my hope is all before me: for I cannot play it yet.
In your strings is hid a music that no hand has e'er let fall,
In your soul is sealed a pleasure that you have not known at all;
Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame,
Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow's name.
Not as mine, my soul's anointed, not as mine the rude and light
Easy mirth of many faces, swaggering pride of song and fight
Something stranger, something sweeter, something waiting you afar
Secret as your stricken senses, magic as your sorrows are.
But on this, God's harp supernal, stretched but to be struck once,
Hoary time is a beginner, life a bungler, death a dunce.
But I will not fear to match them - no, by God, I will not fear.
I will learn you, I will play you, and the stars stand still to hear.
GK Chesterton.
The Strange Music.
Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack,
But I wander like a minstrel with my harp upon his back,
Though my harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret,
Still, my hope is all before me: for I cannot play it yet.
In your strings is hid a music that no hand has e'er let fall,
In your soul is sealed a pleasure that you have not known at all;
Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame,
Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow's name.
Not as mine, my soul's anointed, not as mine the rude and light
Easy mirth of many faces, swaggering pride of song and fight
Something stranger, something sweeter, something waiting you afar
Secret as your stricken senses, magic as your sorrows are.
But on this, God's harp supernal, stretched but to be struck once,
Hoary time is a beginner, life a bungler, death a dunce.
But I will not fear to match them - no, by God, I will not fear.
I will learn you, I will play you, and the stars stand still to hear.
GK Chesterton.