Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World Analysis

Things of This World1956The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,

And spirited from sleep, the astoundedsoul

Hangs for a moment bodiless andsimple

As false dawn.Outside the open window

The morning air is all awash withangels.Some are in bed-sheets, some arein blouses,

Some are in smocks: but truly therethey are.

Now they are rising together in calmswells

Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever theywear

With the deep joy of their impersonalbreathing;Now they are flying in place,conveying

The terrible speed of theiromnipresence, moving

And staying like white water; and nowof a sudden

They swoon down in so rapt a quiet

That nobody seems to be there.The soul shrinksFrom all that it is about to remember,

From the punctual rape of everyblessed day,

And cries,"Oh, let there be nothing onearth but laundry,

Nothing but rosy hands in the risingsteam

And clear dances done in the sight ofheaven."Yet, as the sun acknowledges

With a warm look the world's hunksand colors,

The soul descends once more in bitterlove

To accept the waking body, saying now

In a changed voice as the man yawnsand rises,"Bring them down from their ruddygallows;

Let there be clean linen for the backsof thieves;

Let lovers go fresh and sweet to beundone,

And the heaviest nuns walk in a purefloating

Of dark habits,keeping their difficultbalance."

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