And swift, the parting eschaton of night
Elides propitious futures now at hand:
An unmade shoreline sans the troubled sight
That ought slouch on and on. The shapeless sand
Brings countless seeds to mind - they germinate
Into a jungled singularity
That splits mankind in two: we are the great
And plenty pithecines, but there, the sea
Sees bright, unfractured Babel stand: eternal,
As if unmarred - a deathless generation,
Where we, upon Mount Pisgah, with paternal
Yet defective genes, discern perdition.
It creeps between the jungle and the shore,
While we grow few, and they grow ever more.
2 comments:
I wasn't sure what to write today. Vaguely, I knew I wanted to write about the last mortal generation - a hypermodern topic, a positive one, one I picked because I wanted to praise the future, not bury it - and yet this turned dark fast. And I wasn't sure how to start, so I used a random number generator to pick out one of my sonnets, and used its last line as my first line here. And yeah, this went dark fast. Yeats looms like a enormous shadow over my efforts to praise progress.
Fascinating. Mankind standing, gazing yearningly into the mists of future here, cannot come upon much to cheer him, seems. For the fate of all is to become worse, the wickedness to peak, until destruction and a totally new replaces this scene, so far as my present limited understanding. Therefore it is interesting that intending to trace a golden perspective, it turned too quickly dim and murkiness ensued.
A jungle brings initially to mind that lively yet dangerous verdant landscape, intrigue within its richness. Then again, Upton Sinclair takes us to the misery of the industrial villainy. And 'twixt these lies this above? Or is it yet another jungle of uncertainty in the unnamed future?
Thought-provoking and very interesting.
Excellent imagery, cleverly setting the speaker as if in Moses' shoes with Deuteronomy 28-32 sounding in our ears? And Is 43:27-28? We do not see further to Revelation 21? Oh, now you can all laugh at me. I shall sneak away with my silliness of suggestions.
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