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“Ballad of the Soul” by Edwin Muir 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 (15 May 1887 – 3 Jan 1959)
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I did not know whence came my breath
Nor where had hid my clay,
Until my soul stood by my side
As on my bed I lay.
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I looked across a dark blue shore
Under a dark blue sky,
The light came from no wandering star,
The sun had not passed by.
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Faintly uprose like graven mist
A wraith upon the sea—
Woman or wraith or mist—I thought
It made a sign to me.
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The waters rose, down sank the land,
The sea closed in like lead,
The waves like leopards tumbled on
Far above my head.
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There closed the mesh and waxed the flesh
That brought my soul to birth.
I rose, the sky was white as snow,
As ashes black the earth.
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The ashes of memorial fires
Extinguished utterly;
In towering blocks the twisted rocks
Stuck up above the sea.
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And now I swam, a moving thing
On the vast and moveless mere,
And headless things swam all around;,
I saw and did not fear
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Till when I reached the saving shore
A soft sea-creature caught
My bonéd hand with boneless hand;
For all a day I fought.
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And it was gone. I walked alone
Over sands and barren dunes,
The low-browed voiceless animals
Were my companions.
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II.
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What next I saw I cannot tell
And ill can understand,
Though well I know that once I went
Through that hollow land.
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It was a waste of jagged rock
(No beast nor bird was by),
And there what seemed a palace lay
Like ruins of the sky.
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I stood without, I stood within;
Far down the toppling ledge,
Scaffolds of wood, scaffolds of wood
From edge to yawning edge.
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And spiders wove and silence lay
On each deserted wall;
I poured myself from beam to beam,
Dived deep and knew my fall,
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And that one beam would ho’d me there
And then like spouted light
That I should climb from beam to beam
Until I scaled the height.
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But now the roof with final seal
Lay full upon my head;
My body like a battering ram
Beat on it, beat and bled,
The blood dyed me head to foot
Like a fierce fury red.
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And the dumb stone shuddered and cried,
Turned back and made a way.
The sky leapt up, the stars showered out,
In peace the planets lay.
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III.
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Now day came on me and I saw
A tarn, a little mound,
And rushes like an army’s spears
Stood as at watch around.
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Then on the white field of the sky
Two clouds like phantoms fell.
They grew, they moved together hike
Two armies terrible.
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They met, they broke in fiery smoke,
A red ball in the sky,
A ball of fire, it raged and turned
To ashes suddenly.
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In the white sky a round black sun
In furious circles whirled,
From which twg serpents broke and shook
Their flames over the world.
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Their pennon fires shot out and in
And split the cracking mail;
You’d say all hell with plumes of fire
Upon the air did sail.
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That sun drank up its fires, it stood
In heaven immovably;
As if some fear had clamped it there
It stood immovably.
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But now its rage in furious spawn
A hundred legs gave birth;
Like a great spider down the air
It clambered to the earth.
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Its head was like a wooden prow
That had voyaged silently
Over the seas of perished worlds:
It smiled disdainfully.
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I stood; a sword was in my hand
Fallen from the empty sky.
I struck the beast full on the brow,
It did not move nor cry,
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But like an image melting slow
It softly, softly smiled.
My body was a storm where through
The sword in lightnings wild
Rove and rent: it sidewards bent
Obedient as a child.
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Tke sword streamed out in running fire,
The hard mail burst in two,
The white-robed white-winged spirit up
In wavering circles flew.
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Hastily sank the empty mail
Deep in the secret ground.
Nothing was there but trampled grass,
The tarn, the watching mound.
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IV.
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Then as I looked above I saw
The sweet sky rain with wings.
I was so happy I longed to be
With one of these fair things.
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And now they flew over seas so clear
That thew bright wraiths below
Like mute and pilgrimaging thoughts
Obediently did go.
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Two linked their hands till one they seemed,
Rose up in wavering rings;
Two plumes fell down the glittering air,
They mounted on two wings.
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I thought: Must these in mire be dipt,
Reborn, take wings and fly,
And in such strange indifferent seas
Their purity purify?
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I asked, but then the fading dream
Had nothing more to say
That night my soul stood by my side
As on my bed I lay.