John Gould Fletcher (1886-1950)
From Dominant City, 1911-1912 (1913)
- Tragic Night
- Triumphant Night
- The Hour of Peace
- From the Night to the Dawn
- Back Streets
- The Banners
Tragic Night
- Rain, and a glare of lamps set in the rain,
- Where seekers for numb brains and deadened wills
- Stagger like helpless idiots through the pain
- Of vain remembrance of increasing ills.
- The dazzle of light in the darkness thickly fills
- The breadth of street with long and snake-like stain
- Of false gold, which the weak sight blinds and kills,
- While through it all come slipping by amain,
- Like vast black birds of prey with eyes aglow,
- The automobiles, mid shrieks and howls of lust;
- No deeper tragedy the earth can know
- Than this, its night of pain and rain and rust,
- Where death is only death and nothingness.
Triumphant Night
- As once I wandered lonely in the night,
- Upon some grey and grimy street belated,
- I saw a sad man and a woman white,
- Clasped in a doorway low, unconsecrated.
- And they were parting, for their sobs came thick
- Across the street to where I wandered, deeming
- That all the world with ugliness was sick,
- And that life held no moments worth esteeming.
- Vision of the night, you mocked me then
- With sudden floods of beauty, power and glory!
- I saw the paltry, weak desires of men
- Rise from our hearts, and conquer song and story,
- And flout the idle Gods who do not love us,
- And sweep away the swarm of stars above us.
The Hour of Peace
- It is the hour when all is dark and still;
- When long despair, brief hope, alike resign
- Their ancient dominance of human will;
- When life no longer to the far sea-line
- Bends its gray sails, worn with the winds of ill,
- Seeking those unseen lands beyond the brine
- Which never, through the bitter foam and chill,
- A man shall mark, and marvel as they shine;
- It is the hour of silence. No one cares
- To think of toil now, asking, "What is done
- By all our effort endlessly onstreaming?"
- For we are sick of mocking, sly despairs,
- And we would rest as if all time were gone,
- Filling the hour of peace with foolish dreaming.
From the Night to the Dawn
- In every night some haggard hours there are
- Whose passing is unnoted, save by those
- Unconquered by dim slumber and her shows;
- The wretched and the houseless near and far,
- And those for whom the night cannot unbar
- The common gate to her divine repose,
- Whose nerves are torn by living and its woes,
- Until they sink in some melee of war.
- These know and these alone the secret things:
- The mysteries which those who see must die:
- The silent spaces of which no one sings:
- The grey death-minutes fading, till on high
- Aloft there flash the sudden glorious wings
- Of dawn and fill with light the hollow sky.
Back Streets
- You that have gazed long on the city s splendour,
- Behold its life, how thick and red it runs!
- From dawn to dusk and on through countless suns,
- Self-spending, self-creating, fixed, untender,
- Coarse, deathless, changeless! Do you homage render
- To that which with its power the spirit stuns:
- And will, until all things are as they once
- Were, in the grip of Death, the sole amender.
- Thousands of years ago thus in the grime
- Life struggled, as it struggles on to-day,
- As it must struggle till its latest scene:
- No change shall ever be except in time,
- Until all things as dreams are swept away,
- And the earth is as if it ne'er had been.
The Banners
- Like ruddy or tawny masses of torn flame,
- Over the whirlpool seething in agony
- Defiantly they flap and shake on high
- The electricity of life, that, ever the same,
- Fulminates in the city's pain and shame,
- And streams in smoke-clouds towards the ashen sky;
- A roaring chaos of wrath and mystery
- Fashioned to pleasure That-Which-Has-No Name:
- Banners on banners heavily everywhere,
- Soul-oriflammes of blood and hate and lust,
- Burst flickering through the abysms of the air.
- Leap, condors chained; it is our will; you must.
- And scream our tragedy even to those dim
- Veils of the dawn, where red stars flicker grim!