ELEGIAC VERSE
I
Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands,
Walking alone by the sea, hearing the
wash of the waves,
Learned the secret from them of the beautiful verse
elegiac,
Breathing into his song motion and sound
of the sea.
For as the wave of the sea, upheaving in long undulations,
Plunges loud on the sands, pauses, and
turns, and retreats,
So the Hexameter, rising and singing, with cadence
sonorous,
Falls; and in refluent rhythm back the
Pentameter flows?
II
Not in his youth alone, but in age, may the heart
of the poet
Bloom into song, as the gorse blossoms
in autumn and spring.
III
Not in tenderness wanting, yet rough are the rhymes
of our poet;
Though it be Jacob’s voice, Esau’s,
alas! are the hands.
IV
Let us be grateful to writers for what is left in
the inkstand;
When to leave off is an art only attained
by the few.
V
How can the Three be One? you ask me; I answer by
asking,
Hail and snow and rain, are they not three,
and yet one?
VI
By the mirage uplifted the land floats vague in the
ether,
Ships and the shadows of ships hang in
the motionless air;
So by the art of the poet our common life is uplifted,
So, transfigured, the world floats in
a luminous haze.
VII
Like a French poem is Life; being only perfect in
structure
When with the masculine rhymes mingled
the feminine are.
VIII
Down from the mountain descends the brooklet, rejoicing
in
freedom;
Little it dreams of the mill hid
in the valley below;
Glad with the joy of existence, the child goes singing
and
laughing,
Little dreaming what toils lie in the
future concealed.
IX
As the ink from our pen, so flow our thoughts and
our feelings
When we begin to write, however sluggish
before.
X
Like the Kingdom of Heaven, the Fountain of Youth
is within us;
If we seek it elsewhere, old shall we
grow in the search.
XI
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above
it;
Every arrow that flies feels the attraction
of earth.
XII
Wisely the Hebrews admit no Present tense in their
language;
While we are speaking the word, it is
is already the Past.