Now all day long the man who is not dead
Hastens the dark with inattentive eyes,
The woman with white hand and erect head
Stares at the covers, leans for the son’s replies
At last to her importunate womanhood-
Her hand of death laid on the living bed;
So lives the fierce compositor of blood.
She waits; he lies upon the bed of sin
Where greed, avarice, anger writhed and slept
Till to their silence they were gathered in:
There, fallen with time, his tall and bitter kin
Once fired the passions that were never kept
In the permanent heart, and there his mother lay
To bear him on the impenetrable day.
The falcon mother cannot will her hand
Up to the bed, nor break the manacle
His exile sets upon her harsh command
That he should say the time is beautiful-
Transfigured by her own possessing light:
The sick man craves the impalpable night.
Loosed betwixt eye and lid, the swimming beams
Of memory, blind school of cuttlefish,
Rise to the air, plunge to the cold streams-
Rising and plunging the half-forgotten wish
To tear his heart out in a slow disgrace
And freeze the hue of terror to her face.
Hate, misery, and fear beat off his heart
To the dry fury of the woman’s mind;
The son, prone in his autumn, moves apart
A seed blown upon a returning wind.
O child, be vigilant till towards the south
On the flowered wall all the sweet afternoon,
The reaching sun, swift as the cottonmouth,
Strikes at the black crucifix on her breast
Where the cold dusk comes suddenly to rest-
Mortality will speak the victor soon!
The dreary flies, lazy and casual,
Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall.
O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould
Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall.
The bright wallpaper, imperishably old,
Uncurls and flutters, it will never fall.
More Poetry from Allen Tate:Allen Tate Poems based on Topics: Man, Time, Night, Death & Dying, Light, Mind, Faces, Memory, Anger, Sadness, Sin
- Seasons Of The Soul (Allen Tate Poems)
- Fragment Of A Meditation (Allen Tate Poems)
- Causerie (Allen Tate Poems)
- To The Lacedemonians (Allen Tate Poems)
- Ode To The Confederate Dead (Allen Tate Poems)
- Retroduction To American History (Allen Tate Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:Based on Topics: Man Poems, Night Poems, Light Poems, Mind Poems, Sadness Poems, Time Poems, Death & Dying Poems, Faces Poems, Sons Poems, Woman Poems, Anger Poems
Based on Keywords: wallpaper, shuffles, manacle, imperishably, uncurls, inattentive, cottonmouth, cuttlefish