are not too few – that you should free this man
from all the clouds of his mortality,
so highest happiness be shown to him.
Our Queen, to you, who may do what you will,
I also pray you keep him (he has seen
so much!) healthy in all his heart intends.
Watch, and defeat the impulses of man.
See! Beatrice with so many saints
closes her hands in prayers along with mine.’
The eyes – which God both loves and venerates –
attentive to these orisons, made clear
how welcome to her were these holy prayers
and then turned straight to the eternal light
in which (we’re bound to think) no creature’s eye
inwardly travels with such clarity.
And drawing nearer, as I had to now,
the end of all desires, in my own self
I ended all the ardour of desire.
Now Bernard, smiling, made a sign to me
that I look up. Already, though, I was,
by my own will, as he desired I be.
My sight, becoming pure and wholly free,
entered still more, then more, along the ray
of that one light which, of itself, is true.
Seeing, henceforward, was far more than speech –
yielding before the sight I saw – can show.
Mind’s memory yields, outraged at that beyond.
Like those who see so clearly while they dream
that marks of feeling, when their dreaming ends,
remain, though nothing more returns to mind,
so I am now. For nearly all I saw
has gone, even if, still, within my heart,
there drops the sweetness that was born from that.
So, too, in sunlight, snow will lose its seal.
So, too, the oracles the Sibyl wrote
on weightless leaves are lost upon the wind.
You raise yourself so far, O highest light,
above our dying thoughts! Now lend once more
some little part of what it seemed you were,
and make my tongue sufficient in its powers
that it may leave at least one telling spark
of all your glory to a future race.
Returning somewhat to my memory,
re-echoing a little in my verse,
your triumph over all will be more known.
As I believe, the sharp light I sustained
in that live ray was such that, if I’d turned
away, eyes blurring, I’d have lost my track.
And therefore (I remember this) I grew
the braver as I bore that light, and joined
the look I had to that unending might.
Grace, in all plenitude, you dared me set
my seeing eyes on that eternal light
so that all seeing there achieved its end.
Within in its depths, this light, I saw, contained,
bound up and gathered in a single book,
the leaves that scatter through the universe –
beings and accidents and modes of life,
as though blown all together in a way
that what I say is just a simple light.
This knotting-up of universal form
I saw, I’m sure of that. For now I feel,
in saying this, a gift of greater joy.
One single point in trauma is far more,
for me, than those millennia since sail
made Neptune marvel under Argos-shade.
And so my mind, held high above itself,
looked on, intent and still, in wondering awe
and, lit by wonder, always flared anew.
We all become, as that light strikes us, such
we cannot (this would be impossible)
consent to turn and seek some other face.
For good – the only object of our will –
is gathered up entire in that one light.
Outside it, all is flawed that’s perfect there.
And now my spark of words will come more short –
even of what I still can call to mind –
than baby tongues still bathing in mum’s milk.
But not because that living light on which,
in wonder, I now fixed my eyes showed more
than always as before and one sole sight.
Rather, as sight in me, yet looking on,
grew finer still, one single showing-forth
(me, changing mutely) laboured me more near.
Within the being – lucid, bright and deep –
of that high brilliance, there appeared to me
three circling spheres, three-coloured, one in span.
And one, it seemed, was mirrored by the next
twin rainbows, arc to arc. The third seemed fire,
and breathed to first and second equally.
How short mere speaking falls, how faint against
my own idea. And this idea, compared
to what I saw … well, ‘little’ hardly squares.
Eternal light, you sojourn in yourself alone.
Alone, you know yourself. Known to yourself,
you, knowing, love and smile on your own being.
An inter-circulation, thus conceived,
appears in you like mirrored brilliancy.
But when a while my eyes had looked this round,
deep in itself, it seemed – as painted now,
in those same hues – to show our human form.
At which, my sight was set entirely there.
As some geometer may fix his mind
to find a circle-area, yet lack,
in thought, the principle his thoughts require,
likewise with me at this sight seen so new.
I willed myself to see what fit there was,
image to circle, and how this all in-where’d.
But mine were wings that could not rise to that,
save that, with this, my mind, was stricken through
by sudden lightning bringing what it wished.
All powers of high imagining here failed.
But now my will and my desire were turned,
as wheels that move in equilibrium,
by love that moves the sun and other stars.
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HENRY JAMES · The Figure in the Carpet
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JOSEPH CONRAD · To-morrow
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SAPPHO · Come Close
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H. G. WELLS · A Slip under the Microscope
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Speaking of Siva
The Dhammapada
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MARK TWAIN · The Stolen White Elephant
WILLIAM BLAKE · Tyger, Tyger
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ANTON CHEKHOV · A Nervous Breakdown
KAKUZO OKAKURA · The Book of Tea
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EMILY DICKINSON · My life had stood a loaded gun
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MARY SHELLEY · Matilda
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VIRGINIA WOOLF · Flush
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