Sonnets from Captain Craig (1902)
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)
- The Sage
- Erasmus
- The Growth of "Lorraine" (I and II)
- The Woman and the Wife (I and II)
- Doricha (Posidippus)
The Sage
- Foreguarded and unfevered and serene,
- Back to the perilous gates of Truth he went--
- Back to fierce wisdom and the Orient,
- To the Dawn that is, that shall be, and has been:
- Previsioned of the madness and the mean,
- He stood where Asia, crowned with ravishment,
- The curtain of Love's inner shrine had rent,
- And after had gone scarred by the Unseen.
- There at his touch there was a treasure chest,
- And in it was a gleam, but not of gold;
- And on it, like a flame, these words were scrolled:
- "I keep the mintage of Eternity.
- Who comes to take one coin may take the rest,
- And all may come--but not without the key."
Erasmus
- When he protested, not too solemnly,
- That for a world's achieving maintenance
- The crust of overdone divinity
- Lacked aliment, they called it recreance;
- And when he chose through his own glass to scan
- Sick Europe, and reduced, unyieldingly,
- The monk within the cassock to the man
- Within the monk, they called it heresy.
- And when he made so perilously bold
- As to be scattered forth in black and white,
- Good fathers looked askance at him and rolled
- Their inward eyes in anguish and affright;
- There were some of them did shake at what was told,
- And they shook best who knew that he was right.
The Growth of "Lorraine"
I
- While I stood listening, discreetly dumb,
- Lorraine was having the last word with me:
- "I know," she said, "I know it, but you see
- Some creatures are born fortunate, and some
- Are born to be found out and overcome,
- Born to be slaves, to let the rest go free;
- And if I'm one of them (and I must be)
- You may as well forget me and go home.
- "You tell me not to say these things, I know,
- But I should never try to be content:
- I've gone too far; the life would be too slow.
- Some could have done it--some girls have the stuff;
- But I can't do it: I don't know enough.
- I'm going to the devil."--And she went.
II
- I did not half believe her when she said
- That I should never hear from her again;
- Nor when I found a letter from Lorraine,
- Was I surprised or grieved at what I read:
- "Dear friend, when you find this, I shall be dead.
- You are too far away to make me stop.
- They say that one drop--think of it, one drop!--
- Will be enough,--but I'll take five instead.
- "You do not frown because I call you friend,
- For I would have you glad that I still keep
- Your memory, and even at the end--
- Impenitent, sick, shattered--cannot curse
- The love that flings, for better or for worse,
- This worn-out, cast-out flesh of mine to sleep."
The Woman and the Wife
I. The Explanation
- "You thought we knew," she said, "but we were wrong.
- This we can say, the rest we do not say;
- Nor do I let you throw yourself away
- Because you love me. Let us both be strong,
- And we shall find in sorrow, before long,
- Only the price Love ruled that we should pay:
- The dark is at the end of every day,
- And silence is the end of every song.
- "You ask me for one proof that I speak right,
- But I can answer only what I know;
- You look for just one lie to make black white,
- But I can tell you only what is true--
- God never made me for the wife of you.
- This we can say,--believe me! . . . Tell me so!"
II. The Anniversary
- "Give me the truth, whatever it may be.
- You thought we knew, now tell me what you miss:
- You are the one to tell me what it is--
- You are a man, and you have married me.
- What is it worth to-night that you can see
- More marriage in the dream of one dead kiss
- Than in a thousand years of life like this?
- Passion has turned the lock, Pride keeps the key.
- "Whatever I have said or left unsaid,
- Whatever I have done or left undone,
- Tell me. Tell me the truth. . . Are you afraid?
- Do you think that Love was ever fed with lies
- But hunger lived thereafter in his eyes?
- Do you ask me to take moonlight for the sun?"
Doricha (Posidippus)
- So now the very bones of you are gone
- Where they were dust and ashes long ago;
- And there was the last ribbon you tied on
- To bind your hair, and that is dust also;
- And somewhere there is dust that was of old
- A soft and scented garment that you wore--
- The same that once till dawn did closely fold
- You in with fair Charaxus, fair no more.
- But Sappho, and the white leaves of her song,
- Will make your name a word for all to learn,
- And all to love thereafter, even while
- It's but a name; and this will be as long
- As there are distant ships that will return
- Again to Naucratis and to the Nile.