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With the Allied cause crumbling away it is high time
we thought of aesthetics. As a triste jest I said that to
you the other day, and your reply was a plea to let you
write a preface for a new edition of my forgotten Sonnets
from the Patagonian. I am at last persuaded, and who but
you should do the preface?
With Mitteleuropa a fact it should be apparent to any
honest, thinking man that we are losing the War. Perhaps,
in a larger sense, we have already lost the War and the
dusk of the Anglo-Saxon is come. Then we are at last
joined with the Héllenes and Latins in the descending
scale, and it is the Teuton now approaching the perihelion,
with the Slav, yet to conquer, in the far distance. But
that is an eye-survey for eternity, and we have merely to
do with the finite present. So we may still think of
resistance, and not yet abandon hope of postponing defeat.
It is now the hour for the supreme test of America, and
she too must fail, as our Allies have failed, before the Huns
unless somewhere she can find the beauty and the strength
of the human soul with which to give battle. For the first
time in history it is souls, not guns, that will win the War,
and remember, my dear friend, that Beauty is more necessary
than food that the soul may live.[Pg 9]
We are all but engulfed in error. We say that we do not
hate the German people; it is the Kaiser we are fighting.
A pitiful self-delusion! It must be the German people we
hate as an overshadowing race, if our fight is to have even
the excuse of the inflamed passion of the survival of the
fittest. We must acknowledge the Kaiser as the symbol of
the best organized form of government, unless we are
frankly anarchists; the most efficient, the most powerful,
the most nearly approaching a practical socialism. Let us,
therefore, start afresh. We hate the German people, for
they have threatened our complacent supremacy as lords
of the world. Now we are at least truthful.
Thus far, the Allies have failed signally as a military
force. The Europeans have forgotten how to fight, and we
in America have never learned. We have put too much
faith in materialism, and betrayed the Soul and Beauty.
There is more to life than living, and more to an army than
arms. The moment is here that demands we scrap the
military leaders, as such, and seek stronger. Why not then
turn to the Poets to direct the War, for, lo! it was the
Poets who in seven days won the Irish Revolution. None
knows better than you how I begrudge giving the ever-turbulent
West Britons any praise, any glory, but there is
the simple truth. They vanquished the foe because they
first had conquered fear, and then nought could stand
against them.
If we could purge ourselves of our fear of Germany we
should capture Berlin. Could I enlist a Battalion of Irreproachables,
whose uniforms should be walking suit, top hat
and pumps, and their only weapon an ebony stick, and sail
tomorrow, we should march down Unter den Linden in a
month, provided wrapped in our kerchiefs we carried the
Gospel of Beauty, and a nonchalance in the knot of our
cravats.[Pg 10]
Verily, verily, men are killed solely because they fear
death, and turn their backs on Beauty, for only ugliness
and error can destroy, and ugliness in the end destroys
itself.
There is really no horror in the War. Even in the
ridiculous way we are now fighting it is all a shabby, stupid
sham. That chap Griffith gave us a more realistic spectacle
in "The Birth of a Nation." Far too few men are actually
killed and wounded, and the job is much too large for the
materialists. They do not know how to employ effectively
the huge forces they have raised into being.
If somehow we can grope our way back to the springs
of Beauty all may yet be saved, but it will require the
sacrifice of everything we have. For myriads it will mean
the offering of their lives, for that is all they possess, and
it must be done freely, gladly, with their souls purified,
if it is to avail anything. Pride, ambition, selfishness, self-will
must go, or we perish blind miserables.
For myself, you know I am willingly in service as a
common soldier, although some years beyond conscription
age. Ungrudgingly I gave up alcohol—almost a lifelong
necessity—and for months I, the Epicurean, have been
dispassionately measuring the supposed hardships of war
that I might truly understand what a soldier has to
undergo. With Beauty in the bloodbeat privation is nothing.
What can touch me now except the amusing joy of
giving up for the common good? Yet who actually loves
humankind less than I? But the subordination idea intrigues
me, possesses me, satisfies me. How better can I
prove my patent of snobbery and my innate right cordially
to dislike my fellowmen?
The social degradation involved in functioning as an
enlisted man was and, of course, is the worst of the annoyances.
I am neither young enough nor sufficiently democratic[Pg 11]
to enjoy day after day a below-stairs status. It is a
trial, I confess, but I venture to persuade myself that I do
all that is required of me with admirable abasement and
detachment. Occasionally, indeed, it is capital fun to play
the anonymous cipher. I am often urged to obtain a commission.
But I cannot quite do that, for would not that be
a confession that I hadn't the pluck to stick it out? I must
remain as I am. Many of my contemporaries are finding
the khaki an easy means of increasing their literary reputations.
Wise brothers, ye have chosen your rôles. I prefer
mine.
Before you have seen my book through the press I may
be dead. With all my heart I hope I shall not come back,
for then impersonally I shall have fallen for a cause in
which I have no faith. What more distinguished end for
an incurable poseur? Have I not been called that? Plant,
I beg you, mignonette to encircle my arrowroot fields.
What has all this to do with the Sonnets from the Patagonian?
If you will read my words aright they will give
the key to my poems, should you, my beloved Hollis, still
lack a key. The volume when it first appeared was not
liked by divers nice people—it was thought nasty—but
none put it down till he had finished it; a terror was on
him lest he miss a word. And the terror was the Sword
of Beauty which slayeth all. Intrepidity....
But you shall interpret the poems yourself.
DONALD EVANS.
I have broken my engagement to write a preface, but
have given you, gentle Reader, the Poet's letter instead.
Forgetting her mauve vows the Fania fled, Taking away her moonlight scarves with her— There was no joy left in the calendar, And life was but an orchid that was dead. Even our pious peacocks went unfed— I had deserved no treachery like this, For I had bitten sharp kiss after kiss Devoutly, till her sleek young body bled.
Then Carlo came; he shone like a new sin— Straightway I knew pearl-powder still was sweet, And that my bleeding heart would not be scarred. I sought a shop where shoes were sold within, And for three hundred francs made brave my feet, And then I danced along the boulevard!
Gay and audacious crime glints in his eyes, And his mad talk, raping the commonplace, Gleefully runs a devil-praising race, And none can ever follow where he flies. He streaks himself with vices tenderly; He cradles sin, and with a figleaf fan Taps his green cat, watching a bored sun span The wasted minutes to eternity.
Once I took up his trail along the dark, Wishful to track him to the witches' flame, To see the bubbling of the sneer and snare. The way led through a fragrant starlit park, And soon upon a harlot's house I came— Within I found him playing at solitaire! [Pg 21]
EN MONOCLE
Born with a monocle he stares at life, And sends his soul on pensive promenades; He pays a high price for discarded gods, And then regilds them to renew their strife. His calm moustache points to the ironies, And a fawn-coloured laugh sucks in the night, Full of the riant mists that turn to white In brief lost battles with banalities.
Masters are makeshifts and a path to tread For blue pumps that are ardent for the air; Features are fixtures when the face is fled, And we are left the husks of tarnished hair; But he is one who lusts uncomforted To kiss the naked phrase quite unaware. [Pg 22]
Her flesh was lyrical and sweet to flog, For the whip blanched her blood, though every vein Flooded with hate shot a hot flow of pain, And her screams were muffled by a brackish fog. He loved her, yet his passion could but fret Unless he lashed her to an awkward rage— But when his hand wrote terror on her page He knew exultant joy of feigned regret.
Theirs was a bond that poured the wine of fear, And he drained her stiffened limbs with cruel art. He taught her that all tenderness had fled Till she would beg the hurt to taste the tear, And when she bent to kiss her quivering heart It lit a Chinese candle in his head.
She was tired to tears, and yet there were no tears, Only the dead seas of indifference Meeting the languors of a nerveless sense, For she had played the rôles for twenty years. The queen called for her satins, while the drab Demanded love, and the wild hunger tore; The woman raged to touch the flame once more, But the worn-out emotions could not stab.
There were the thousand parts she had essayed, And the three thousand gowns that she had worn. Into the ragbag each frock found its flight, Crumpled and ravished of a film-proud shade, And every script is wandering forlorn, Gnawed by the mirage of an opening night.
He saw there was no choice to left or right— Time that had marked him for the least of sages Pointed the hour, and several blotted pages Stood witness to the struggle in the night. Behind him lay a happiness that might Have made him shine a figure through the ages; Before him loomed a toiling at mean wages, Alternative to sinking out of sight.
This much was sure—he never need retrace; The leagues that he had travelled were an ending. There wound no footpath to a sunlit place, Where he might nurse his dreams, with peace attending. No promised joy would quicken the day's pace, Nor write the past a blunder still worth mending.
She had become a stranger suddenly, Just as all men were strangers; then he knew Why she must be an alien—even she! Since there was nought her human love could do To give him the last access to her soul. Returning came his years as wholly vain— Repeated payment of inutile toll To reach a shrine he would not seek again.
It scarcely left him sad to find how wrong Had been his vision of won womanhood— This yearning ache that he had held so long For a full mingling of their separate blood. Freed, solitary now, with unscared eyes He gazed anew at life safe from surprise!
There is what is and what there is is fair, But most is yet to come to what is here; Here is the most to come from out a year, For from the year there comes all there is there. Song for the minnow and a crystal pool, And all is said of all there was to say, Yet all must say the all, since every day A nuptial kiss the wise man gives a fool.
An ear of corn from the blind red sunburnt earth Blandly lies in the sun divinely green, Disowning what the earth and sun have done. Kisses and corn and a pool to crown the birth, With once to come what never before has been, And here is there what there is here begun.
Her hidden smile was full of little breasts, And with her too white hands she stroked her fears, The while the serpent peered at her arched ears, And night's grim hours stalked in, unbidden guests. A noise was in her eyes that sang of scorn, And round her voice there gleamed a nameless dread, As though her lips were hungry for the dead, Yet knew the food of dawn would be forlorn.
The cold hours ebbed, and still she held her throne; Across the sky the lightning made mad play, And then the scarlet screams stood forth revealed. She turned her back, and grasped a monotone; It answered all; she lived again that day She triumphed in the tragic turnip field. [Pg 45]
THE LAST DANCE AT DAWN
Firenze
And she was sad since she could not be sad, And every star fled amorous from the sky. Her pampered knees fell under her keen eye And it came to her she would not go mad. The gaucheries were turning the last screw, But there was still the island in the sea, The harridan chorus of eternity, That let her smile because he saw she knew.
She even dared be impudent again, And bit his ear; the deaths were far away. A Black Mass sounded from the treasure vaults— She tried to rouge her heart, yet quite in vain. The crucifix danced in, beribboned, gay, And lisped to her a wish for the next waltz. [Pg 46]
He polished snubs till they were regnant art, Curling their shameless toilets round the hour. Each lay upon his lips an exquisite flower Subtly malign and poisoned for its part. The path of victims was no wanton plan— He had bowed his head in sorrow at his birth, For he had said long ere he came to earth That it was no place for a gentleman.
But always a heart-scald lurked behind the screen, And somehow he missed the ultimate degrees. He saw a beggar at the daylight's fall And then he rose and robbed him for the scene; And when they called him cad he found release— He felt he had used the finest snub of all.
Her voice was fleet-limbed and immaculate, And like peach blossoms blown across the wind Her white words made the hour seem cool and kind, Hung with soft dawns that danced a shadow fete. A silken silence crept up from the South, The flutes were hushed that mimed the orange moon, And down the willow stream my sighs were strewn, While I knelt to the corners of her mouth.
Lead me afar from clamorous dissonance, For I am sick of empty trumpetings, Choking the highways with a dusty noise. Here I have found her sweet sheer utterance, And now I seek the garden of the wings Where I may bathe in sounds that life destroys. [Pg 53]
EXTREME UNCTION
Across the rotting pads in the lily lake Her gesture floated toward the iris bed, Wrapped in a whispered perfume of the dead, And her gaze followed slowly in its wake. Now was the summons come she must obey, For Beauty pleaded from the charnel house, For violet nights and violent carouse To free her from the cerements of decay.
Crapulous hands reach out to strangle thee, And every moment is a winding-sheet, With bats to chant corruption's litany. Be thou a torch to flash fanfaronade, And as the earth crumbles beneath thy feet Flaunt thou the glitter of a new brocade! [Pg 54]
THE JADE VASE
Pittsburgh
He had hunted for it to the alley's end, Yet when he found the jade vase he was sad, Low-pulsed with ennui for the praise he had Poured into bowls that merely did not offend. A wall of glass held back his worshipping, And his eyes that drank this miracle of stone Acknowledged the discovery not his own— Still the vase was there, and that was everything.
He thought back over all the songs he had sung, And all the hours his heart like waving grain Had swayed to music. And the joys now dead Seemed haunting coins to meagre beauty flung. Poignantly he longed to call them back. In vain! But they were the last words that the poet said.
Wistfully shimmering, shamelessly wise and weak, He lives in pawn, pledging a battered name; He loves his failures as one might love fame, And listens for the ghost years as they speak. A fragrance bright and broken clasps his head, And wildwood airs sing a frayed interlude, While cloaked he comes in a new attitude To play gravedigger if the word be said.
He swore he would be glad and only glad, And turned to Broadway for the peace of God. He found it at the bottom of the glass, For where the dregs lay it was less than sad, And mid the murmur when the dance was trod He heard the echo of a genius pass. [Pg 59]
IN THE FALKLANDS
For his soul when homeless then is at home, And in a paradise where shadows wane He draws droll figures on the windowpane To lure his vagrom fellow souls to Rome. There is a potent rancour in the moon, Hunting for those who love him still, three Gleam back. But with detached anxiety He vows that he will alienate them soon.
He said that love had but two words, the last And first, and joy in flying laces lay. He watched each kiss to kill it at stark ease— His strangler's hands carve prayers for the past— And chastely he spends an hour every day Erecting tombstones to carnalities. [Pg 60]
THE NOON OF NIGHT
The fictive tear he holds in reverence, And studies heady griefs that wash the cheek; It is a dim dominion he must seek, To gain some raiment for his impotence. Sorrows are numbered, the sighs have their strings, And barren smiles are trained for tragedy; He ties up parcels of mock gaiety, And labels them with many worshippings.
Grapes in the grass, and every day a waste At scattered sources of lost loveliness, With drunkenness to drain the ruined seats. He knows his gems are turned to glassy paste— But he thanks God aloof from all distress, For he knows sewers run beneath the city streets. [Pg 61]
FIFTH AVENUE
And when discovery marred the best disguise He winced a sigh, bowed to a spoiled deceit, And donned the damask draperies of defeat To woo dishonour as an enterprise. His self-betrayal had its tenderness And reared an outland refuge for his pride, For all were baffled telling how he lied, Since more than any guessed he would confess.
He died a hero in Fifth Avenue One yellowed day saving a tattered man. But in the litter of his passing breath A prayer lay lest one should misconstrue. It was an accident—and he began A last profound apology to death.
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