“Predicament indeed, which thus discovers honor among thieves, honor between lovers”

~ by John Crowe Ransom

Full of her long white arms and milky skin
He had a thousand times remembered sin.
Alone in the press of people travelled he,
Minding her jacinth, and myrrh and ivory.

Mouth he remembered, the quaint orifice
From which came heat that flamed upon the kiss,
Till cold words came down spiral from the head,
Grey doves from the officious tower illsped.

Body, it was a white field ready for love.
On her body’s field, with the gaunt tower above,
The lilies grew, beseeching him to take
And, if he would, pluck and wear them, bruise and break.

Eyes talking. Never mind the cruel words,
Embrace my flowers but not embrace the swords.
But what they said, the doves came straightaway flying
And unsaid. Honor, Honor, they came crying.

Importunate her doves. Too pure, too wise,
Clambering on his shoulder, saying Arise,
Leave me now, and never let us meet,
Eternal distance now command thy feet.

Predicament indeed, which thus discovers
Honor among thieves, Honor between lovers.
O such a little word is Honor they feel!
But the grey word is between them cold as steel.

At length I saw these lovers fully were come
Into the torture of their equilibrium,
Dreadfully had forsworn each other, and yet
They were bound each to each, and they did not forget.

And rigid as two painful stars, and twirled
About the clustered night their prison world,
They burned with fierce love always to come near,
But Honor beat them back and kept them clear.

Ah, the strict lovers, they are ruined now,
I cried in anger. But with the puddled brow
Devising for those gibbeted and brave
Came I descanting. Man, what would you have?

For spin your period out, and draw your breath,
A kinder saeculum begins with Death.
Would you ascend to Heaven and bodiless dwell?
Or take your bodies honorless to Hell?

In Heaven you have heard no marriage is,
No white flesh tinder to your lecheries,
Your male and female tissue sweetly shaped
Sublimed away, and furious blood escaped.

Great lovers lie in Hell, the stubborn ones
Infatuate of the flesh upon the bones.
Stuprate, they rend each other when they kiss.
The pieces kiss again– no end to this.

But still I watched them spinning, orbited nice.
Their flames were not more radiant than their ice.
I dug in the quiet earth and wrought the tomb
And made these lines to memorize their doom:

Equilibrists lie here– Stranger, tread light–
Close, but untouching in each other’s sight,
Mouldered the lips and ashy the tall skull.
Let them lie perilous and beautiful.


Author: MDM

Michael Dennis Mooney is a student of humor and witticism in verse. At this site he is compiling a selection of the best works using extended metaphor in poetry, with a special interest in satire, parody, and humor. Suggestions are welcome. Send your citations of favorites, by email, to mike.mooney.home@gmail.com He has a site "New Writings" at http://jcbcast.blogspot.com And a site for essays, 'His Epistles To The Philistines" at http://tothephilistines.wordpress.com

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