Saturday, September 22

Work, Hope and Poetry!



My first encounter with Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was with The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner, then I came to see his “vision in a dream”, the Kubla Khan. And from there and little by little I began to appreciate the greatness of Coleridge’s imagination, his literary skill, and his philosophy of life all combined and integrated into a very distinguished body of works of literature of the Romantic Period (1785-1830). Here is Coleridge’s famous short poem:


“Work without Hope”(ca. 1825-1828)


All Nature sees at work. Slugs leave their lair—
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths
[1]blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! Bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll;
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without hope draws nectar in sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live
.




[1] Mythical flowers that bloom perpetually.


posted by katayoun