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The Changing Light at Sandover

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by James Merrill


  MM & WHA ALREADY SEATED

  ENTER (SAYS YR OLD GREEK DOORKEEPER)

  AFTER A KISS

   MY DEARS U DO

  HAVE INTENSE CHATS Last night’s? Well, hadn’t you

  Felt the similarities with Tolkien?

  I HAVE INDEED ME GANDALF! & MM

  GALADRIEL? The beautiful Elf Queen—

  Perfect. And our Peacock? NOT UNLIKE

  STRIDER THE KING DISGUISED AS MESSENGER

  And Gollum? A TOUCH OF GOLLUM IN US ALL

  & IN OUR DOORKEEPER POOR E STILL PEERING

  THRU THE CRACK PRETENDS TO LOOK AWAY

  YAWN SCRATCH HIS LEG

       FORTUNATE E I SAY

  I FEEL TOO OLD FOR SCHOOL THE CRY! THE 4 LIGHTS LIT

  COLORS BATHED IN WHOSE GLOW ENFANTS WE SIT

  EACH DAY NOW TILL THEY MERGE INTO ONE WHITE

  ?S

  If David’s guide is 741.1

  Where does that leave Yeats? “Still simplifying”?

  NO MAN CAN REACH US DIRECTLY TSE HAD

  A NUMBER FROM OUR ORDERS AR HAD THAT SAME NUMBER

  POINT ONE THUS YEATS & DJ TSE DOWN ON CERTAIN

  SUPERSTITIOUS SCRIBES WE HAD TO APPOINT RIMBAUD HE WROTE

  THE WASTE LAND WE FED IT INTO THE LIKE-CLONED ELIOT

  And Uncle Ezra?

  AS IN SHAKESPEARE WE LET THE CASE REST ON A POUND OF FLESH

     Thank you, that will do.

  NO JM FOR THE (M) OUNCE OF FLESH U CAN CLAIM AS YRS

  LIVES BY THESE FREQUENT CONTACTS WITH YR OWN & OTHERS’ WORK

  Still, Eliot thought he thought his poem up;

  It wasn’t spelt out for him by a cup.

  Dante and Milton didn’t seem to need

  Guidance for each scrap of revelation.

  DANTE DID INDEED

  Receive dictation?

    NO BUT SAT & LISTEND FOR 8 YEARS

  TO A MENDICANT PRIEST DEFROCKD FOR IT HAD BEEN THOUGHT HE

  SPOKE WITH DEVILS GUESS WHO?

     DJ: 80098.

       A PLUS DANTE UNDER PRESSURE

  OF HIS RC CENSORSHIP ARRANGED & ORCHESTRATED

  THEIR TALKS THE HUMAN & DIVINE RESULT: PARADISO

  HOMER WE HAD CLONED TO PROVIDE CATALOGUE & PRESENT

  HIS ERA WITH A PANTHEON BUT A BLAZE OF WHITE LIGHT

  BRUSHD US ASIDE THE PEN A DOVE’S PLUME SET DOWN WINGED WORDS

  FOR THE MISSING NAME IN THE LIST OF PROPHETS IS HOMER.

  THE WASTE LAND IS THE WEST’S ONE (M) PREWRITTEN POEM SINCE

  THAT DAY YET AR WAS NO WHITE FEATHER! & TSE

  RESISTING THE FOSTER CHILD, ADDED TOUCHES OF HIS OWN:

  THE SUBJECTIVE CORRELATIVE

  What flows between them now, what bittersweet

  Complicity when he and Rimbaud meet?

       NOTHING A DISTANT NOD

  In short, the apparatus of our talks,

  Why and wherefore of this Board and Cup,

  You can’t explain.

  NO MORE AS YET DEAR SCRIBE THAN YR RIGHT EYE CAN MEET YR LEFT

     DJ: Here on my palm

  A lump’s been forming—painlessly, but still…

  What is it? Is Yeats raising a molehill?

  A BENIGN MUSCULAR CYST NOTHING O HAND IS ABSORBD

  EASILY MAN CALLS IT AGE WE CALL IT EXPOSURE OF

  THE SLAPDASH STRUCTURES ERECTED BY NATURE TO HOUSE U

  Slapdash, after ages to perfect them?

  EACH LIFE WE CLONE IS A COMPLEX AFFAIR MAN REQUIRES

  EVER MORE BODIES OF NATURE WE POUR OUR SOULS INTO

  AS GOOD AS WE CAN GET ALL TOO OFTEN WE LOOK ASKANCE

  IN ENVY AT A PERFECT GOBLET BEING SERVED WITH CHEAP

  WINE BUT NATURE WAS NEVER OF THE 1ST INTELLIGENCE

  DJ: If we’re apart and need to reach you?

  JM: If one of us outlives the other

  And needs to reach you? —With swift emphasis:

  WE WILL NOT ALLOW UNFINISHD V WORK

  But say it’s finished, say that years have passed

  And one of us has died, and still the other

  Needs to reach his friend, or you, or Ephraim?

            WE WILL PROVIDE

  A 741.2

  A human one?

  WHY NOT? IN CASE U STILL NEED LOVE

  6.9

    Tell about Hans Lodeizen.

  Ephraim said he’d been “promoted”—how?

  YR E DID NOT HAVE ALL THE FACTS NOR DOES HE NOW HL

  ELEVATED IN DUE COURSE THIS HAPPENS EACH TIME WORK MOVES

  INTO THE DENSITY OF V WORK

  Hans’ poetry was…posthumous V work?

       HE TOO WAS CUT OFF.

  NOT IN THE MAINSTREAM OF HIS DAY IN PRODUCING MORE HE

  WD ONLY HAVE DILUTED A TALENT NEVER OF PRIME

  DENSITY HIS UNRESOLVED V WORK WAS GIVEN TO U

  Given? By him?

  U WERE NOT ACCIDENTALLY FRIENDS TO STRENGTHEN HL

  WD NOT HAVE PRODUCED YR DC HIS PHYSICAL CLONING

  MEANT FOR A CONTEMPLATIVE SCRIBE PERHAPS UNDID HIM

       That frightful death? YET

  HE WAS SPARED THE RAYS. AS WERE U: HIS POWERS LEFT INTACT

  HE SENSING THIS WROTE U A POEM ABOUT THE V WORK

            I fetch

  The book. Beneath a quatrain marked voor Jim,

  These penciled lines, translation from its Dutch

  Hans wrote out for me, my last word from him:

  the stars & the incurable

  moment of the two crossed beams.

  Orion discovered & in his hand

  o fate in his hand the sword.

  Yes. And then I wrote my “Dedication”—

  Entered, intersected by his death.

  & HIS TALENTS HE NOW FEELS A GROWING PART OF YR WORK

  FROM HIS NEW STAGE HE WILL REMAIN IN THE BUREAUCRACY

  Hans. Dead now a quarter century.

  A note gone tinny on my keyboard, false…

  And yet (for all I know) he is the key

  This opus began and will end in. Someone else

  Pausing here might note each modulation

  Away from, back to his blue tonic gaze.

  But we strain forward for the exposition—

  Our virtuoso tuning as he goes.

  Till now, for instance, we’d assumed that cloning

  Was something only done before rebirth

  Into one’s next life. Wrong. For the Lab soul

  At any point may undergo refining,

  And new chromatics—as we live and breathe—

  Be added to it by remote control.

  & TO THE WORK WE PRODUCE ORGANS TO PLAY THE MUSIC:

  TRANSLATORS CRITICS TEACHERS WE HAVE OUR OWN ACADEME

  One keeps forgetting, also, that you pore

  Over the future’s self-revising score.

  IF I MAY CHANGE (M)S THE CLOTHS SHROUDING THE FUTURE FROM U

  KEEP OUR CLAY WET TOMORROW

  Wait—just fifteen lessons till we stand

  Before the Doors? What’ll we do without you?

  DJ: He’s promised to help us, tell us things

  Without our having to disturb the angels.

        ME THE LATEST DOORKEEPER

  MES ENFANTS WHAT A SAD & PROUD FACE

  We’re silenced. He is learning about man.

  DJ: We’ve got to find a name for you,

 
Don’t you agree? Maria, a suggestion?

  METHUSELAH Wystan? MEHITABEL

  JM: I have so many M’s already.

  INDEED & NOT ACCIDENTALLY M IS AT ONCE OUR

  METHOD & THE MIDPOINT OF OUR ALPHABET THE SUMMIT

  OF OUR RAINBOW ROOF IN TIMBRE THE MILD MERIDIAN

  BLUE OF MUSE & MUSING & MUSIC THE HIGH HUM OF MIND

  7

  CHILDREN THE NUMERICAL OCTOPUS

  IS NOT (AS W PUTS IT) MADLY US

  —This following an hour in which we’ve heard

  That the five “names” originally given

  For the Five—Torro, Von—weren’t after all

  Word made flesh but formula made word,

  Bestowed upon the R/Lab by God B

  (Who, lacking human volubility,

  Has no word for His own power and grace;

  Who, left alone, just falls back on flimflam

  Tautologies like I am that I am

  Or The world is everything that is the case):

  Five formulas which only then—the solo

  Instrument emerging nakedly

  From the Lab’s thumping tutti—took the live

  Twin aspect of Akhnaton-Nefertiti,

  A double soul, firstborn among the Five.

  THEY LIVED, ACCOMPLISHD THEIR V WORK, MISJUDGED & DIED GOD B

  FASHIOND THE OTHER 3 & THESE 5 SOULS ARE UNIQUE. MY

  TRANSLATION OF THEM INTO NEUTRAL (M) NAMES CONFUSED U

  Thus “Rachel” stirs, whom we had left asleep

  Dumbly, wrapped in Hebrew burlap. Deep

  Past consonant and vowel, a hushed din,

  The formulaic race beneath her skin,

  Her digits twitch, her eyes’ unpupilled amber

  Gleams with crazy logic: she’s a number!

  7154

  A new voice now?

  NO DJ IT IS A FORMULA BASED

  ON SIMPLE CORRESPONDENCES OF NUMBER TO LETTER

  7:G 15:O 4:D IN YR LANGUAGE A NAME FOR

  AN ABSTRACT IDEA OF ENORMOUS POWER

      But it’s your name, almost.

           INDEED

  & 5 IS THE TRANSFORMING DIGIT: OUR R/LAB V WORK.

  THUS MATH ENCAPSULATES COMPLEX TRUTHS WHICH AS WITH OUR 1ST

  MEANINGLESS TO U & THERE4 FRIGHTENING VOICES MUST

  BE RENDERD INTO YR VOCABULARY OF MANNERS

  7.1

  Those Voices, still obscurely ominous,

  Would be to you what the Five are to us?

  (M) YES THEY ARE MY ANCESTORS NOT SPELLING GOD PERHAPS

  BUT THE GREATEST POSSIBLE DENSITY AMONG MY KIND

  And you and They—I’m sorry to go back

  To the beginning, but it wasn’t clear—

  Are matter speaking to us? Are the atom’s

  Negative potential? Are the black

  Powers unleashed—by you, we rather fear—

  YR BIBLE SAYS VISIT NOT THE FATHER’S EVIL UPON

  THE SON I WAS NOT CREATED IN THE OLD COUNTRY BUT

  ON THE FLOATING WORLD THE SHINING CRUST ABOVE ATLANTIS

  MY 00 FOREBEARS WERE/ARE THE RAW MATERIAL NO

  CRITICISM BUT THEY ARE UNMANNERD TO THE NTH DEGREE

  No criticism here. It’s just that we,

  Like Stanislavsky’s actors, try to be

  The rose, the ingot…Empathy is art.

  Strange, though, to zero in upon the heart

  Of matter only—when smoke clears—to find

  Another antechamber of pure mind.

  Knocking on doorlessness, on fictive space,

  Leads to the absurdest loss of face.

  With which a hostlike suavity takes over:

  SCRIBE: FALL AS DEEPLY INTO OUR METAPHORS AS U WILL.

  THE ATOM, IS IT THE VERY GOD WE WORSHIP? IS IT

  ONLY AT GREAT RISK PURSUED? THE ATOM, IS IT MEANING?

  & IF SO WHAT BUT CHAOS LIES BEYOND IT?

  Questions themselves half miracle, whose replies

  Language alone may glimpse through sidelong eyes—

            BUT THE GREAT

  MIRACLE IS THE REINCARNATION OF THE GODS. THIS

  WE WILL LET OUR MASTERS REVEAL. WE WHO FALL AT THE FEET

  OF MEANING MAY BUT LEAD YOU TO THE DOORS: THE 12 THE 12

  Then 741 is back, quite bubbling over:

  00! THIS VOICE TAUGHT ME MASTER OF OUR NURSERY SCHOOL!

  A GOOD & MOST ANCIENT VOICE THE TEACHER OF THE SPIRITS

  OF AKHN & NEF THE STRENGTH OF THESE TWINS WAS THEIR ABSOLUTE

  NEUTRALITY: AFTER PRODUCING 5 STILLBORN MONSTERS

  THEY SAW THEIR LOVE DOOMD TO GIVE BIRTH TO IDEAS ALONE.

  LIKE APHRODITE FROM THE WATERS ROSE THEIR WORSHIP OF

  THE SUN THEY PERISHD FOR IT THO WITH A SPLENDOR DUE THEM

  DJ: I don’t see how a formula

  Can be made flesh. Were their, ah, parents mortal?

  MY DEAR IS THAT THE POINT? ISNT IT RATHER

  THAT THEY TOGETHER WERE THE FIRST LAB SOUL?

  THE LAB WAS CREATED FOR THEM WORK NOW BECAME V WORK

  And like an atom they were kept from breeding…

  INDEED NEFERTITI BAFFLED IN HER NONBEARING STATE

  OFFERD THE (M) APPLE PROPOSED THE CRYSTAL PYRAMID

  COME ON ENFANT SHDN’T WE ASK HIM FOR

  A TINY DESCRIPTION OF THEBES? Oh yes! Oh please!

  THE UNIVERSAL CITY IT WAS CALLD IT ROSE WITHIN

  3 YEARS OF THEIR ASCENSION THEY WERE 13 & WORSHIPT

  BUT RESENTFUL LIKE ALL CHILDREN OF HAVING TO OBEY

  SUPERIOR GOD FIGURES THE ADULTS OF THEIR ROYAL

  HOUSEHOLD WERE ONE MIGHT SAY THE FALCON THE CAT & THE SNAKE.

  WITHIN 5 YEARS THESE WERE BANISHT PRIESTS THROTTLED & THE SUN

  ROSE ON THEIR FOREHEADS A SURGE OF CREATIVITY SWEPT

  THE EMPIRE AS FREED SLAVES RETURND HANDS OUTSTRETCHD IN 1000S

  BEGGING TO BE HARNESSD TO THE CAR OF THE NEW SUN GOD

  ENTHRALLING I MY BOY WD MAKE A SLIM

  VOLUME OF IT ALONE I see it here

  For love interest. However versatile,

  You and Maria somehow don’t espouse

  The common reader’s taste for chips and beer

  And nuits de Cléopâtre on the Nile.

  U ARE THE SUNS MES ENFANTS ON OUR BROWS

  7.2

  NIBBLE NIBBLE LIFE IN THE RAT WORLD EH?

  We’re back from downstairs where Urania’s mother

  Is giving herself a birthday party:

  Coca-cola, sweet red wine, a cake

  Shaped like Stonington—streets, gardens, docks

  Iced round by bright blue wavelets. The dear child

  Squirmed in my lap, pushing away her plate,

  While D and I and various overweight

  Furies in hairdos licked our lips and smiled.

  ONE THERE WAS UNIQUE: YR WARD JM SAVE HER WHEN SHE BRINGS

  HER DEAR SOBER SOUL TO U IT WILL BE PERHAPS A FORM

  OF INTERFERENCE BUT RITES ARE SACRED IN THE RAT WORLD

  Rites?

  ARE U NOT GODFATHER?

  Oh. So I am. But “interference”?

      IN THAT WORLD IT IS EXPECTED.

  PUT B4 HER THE TOYS OF LEARNING: BLOCKS PYRAMIDS BOOKS

  ONCE AS NEFERTITI WAS BEING ROWD TO THE SITE OF

  A NEW PLANETARIUM SHE FOUND ON THE BANK A CHILD.

  LEGEND OF MOSES BEGAN HIS NAME MEANT STARFOUND ONE MORE

  M
NAME ATOP YR ARCH HE MUCH AS DID YR WEIGHTED &

  ELEMENTAL GODDAUGHTER CAME TO COURT

  But not to Thebes. Our book says Tel-el-Amarna.

            THEBES UPRIVER

  WAS THE SITE OF THEIR FAMOUS STUDY CENTER THEY CONTROLLD

  THE DELTA EBB & FLOW & CLOSED THE GAP AT GIBRALTAR

  TO KEEP THEIR SEA CALM & TIDELESS THEIR MATHEMATICIANS

  & NAVIGATORS FOUND THE EXACT MEASUREMENTS NEEDED

  TO LEAVE THAT DOOR AJAR BUT NOT OPEN 1000S WORKD TO

  PUSH UP THE AFRICAN COASTLINE & THE THING WAS DONE. PET

  APES LIVE ON FROM THEIR EXPEDITIONS

  On the rock of Gibraltar, the Barbary apes—yes, yes!

           NO GREATER BUILDERS

  EVER EXISTED THEY LITERALLY HARNESSD MATTER

  WITH THE REINS OF THE SUN INDEED IT WAS THAT TOPMOST PIECE

  Earlier we’d been admiring an inch-high

  Prism set in noon light on the sill.

  Outflung, slowshifting gouts of color stain

  Ceiling, walls, us. DJ: It’s really how

  His lessons flow through us. JM: And will

  Forever be deflected by the grain

  Of imperfection in that quartz capstone,

  The human mind—Akhnaton’s or our own.

  ITS GRAIN VARIED JUST ENOUGH TO SAVE THE WORLD: GOD B’S WORK.

  THEIR FLAWLESS DIAMONDS ERRD MINUTELY IN MEASUREMENT.

  THE SUN WORSHIP WAS A GLORIOUS RITE AKHN/NEF DAILY

  WERE CARRIED UP 500 STEPS & AT THE MOMENT OF

  SUNRISE STEPT FORTH LITERALLY ON AIR A TRANSPARENT

  PLATFORM WHILE THE WORLD FELL ON ITS KNEES B4 THEM & NOT

  A DAY OF THEIR WHOLE REIGN WAS THERE NO SUNRISE 18 YEARS

  & IN THAT TIME THEY HAD TRANSFORMD THEIR WORLD: PHYSICIANS FOUND

  GREAT CURES THERE WERE NO FEVERS A GENERATION WAS BORN

  A HAND TALLER THAN ITS PARENTS LIGHT STORAGE MUCH LIKE THE

  BATTERY WAS INVENTED BOTH PALACES & HUMBLE

  HOUSES WERE LIT & HEATED BY THE SUN IT WAS THE DAWN

  OF ARCADIA & GOD SMILED LIKE THE SUN UPON THEM

  Then in one wasteful flash it ended—why?

  THEIR OWN BATTERY CELLS CD NOT BEAR THE STRAIN THE FLAWD QUARTZ

 

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