Parabola

Year after year the princess lies asleep

Until the hundred years foretold are done,

Easily drawing her enchanted breath.

Caught on the monstrous thorns around the keep,

Bones of the youths who sought her, one by one

Rot loose and rattle to the ground beneath.

But when the Destined Lover at last shall come,

For whom alone Fortune reserves the prize

The thorns give way; he mounts the cobwebbed stair

Unerring he finds the tower, the door, the room,

The bed where, waking at his kiss she lies

Smiling in the loose fragrance of her hair.

That night, embracing on the bed of state,

He ravishes her century of sleep

And she repays the debt of that long dream;

Future and Past compose their vast debate;

His seed now sown, her harvest ripe to reap

Enact a variation on the theme.

For in her womb another princess waits,

A sleeping cell, a globule of bright dew.

Jostling their way up that mysterious stair,

A horde of lovers bursts between the gates,

All doomed but one, the destined suitor, who

By luck first reaches her and takes her there.

A parable of all we are or do!

The life of Nature is a formal dance

In which each step is ruled by what has been

And yet the pattern emerges always new

The marriage of linked cause and random chance

Gives birth perpetually to the unforeseen.

One parable for the body and the mind:

With science and heredity to thank

The heart is quite predictable as a pump,

But, let love change its beat, the choice is blind.

‘Now’ is a cross-roads where all maps prove blank,

And no one knows which way the cat will jump.

So here stand I, by birth a cross between

Determined pattern and incredible chance,

Each with an equal share in what I am.

Though I should read the code stored in the gene,

Yet the blind lottery of circumstance

Mocks all solutions to its cryptogram.

As in my flesh, so in my spirit stand I

When does this hundred years draw to its close?

The hedge of thorns before me gives no clue.

My predecessor’s carcass, shrunk and dry,

Stares at me through the spikes. Oh well, here goes!

I have this thing, and only this, to do.

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Poems in English 

• The Country Of Marriage by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• Testament by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• Sabbaths 2001 by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• Ripening by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• A Warning To My Readers by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• Like The Water by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• In this World by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• For The Future by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• Do not be ashamed by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• A Meeting by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• 1991-II by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• 1991-I by Wendell Berry by Poetry In English
• A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers) by Wilfred Owen by Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
• Disabled by Wilfred Owen by Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
• Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen by Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
• Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen by Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
• Conscious by Wilfred Owen by Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
• Insensibility by Wilfred Owen by Wilfred Edward Salter Owen

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