With a bright-bronze breast and a bronze-brown wing, Captured the world with his caroling. Late at night his tune was spent. Peasants, Sages, Children, Homeward went, And then the bronze bird sang for you and me. The great gray joss on the rustic shelf, darling..." Drowning with his bellowing the nightingale's cry: Hear the gongs of holy China 'Dragons, dragons, Chinese dragons, Then the lady, rosy-red, Turned to her lover Chang and said: "Dare you forget that turquoise dawn When we stood in our mist-hung velvet lawn, And worked a spell this great joss taught Till a God of the Dragons was charmed and caught? With thoughts of desire that were noble and grave. The old rhymes rang in the sunlit mist Song-fire for the brain. When my hands and my hair and my feet you kissed, When you cried for your heart's new pain, What was my name in the dragon-mist, In the rings of the rainbowed rain?” "Sorrow and love, glory and love," And now the joss broke in with his song: Soul of Chang, do you remember?— In vessels mountain-high and red and brown, But I was then a wizard and a scholar and a priest; With lifted hand I looked upon them And sunk their vessels with my wizard eyes, And the stately lacquer-gate made safe again. Deep, deep below the bay, the seaweed and the spray, Embalmed in amber every pirate lies, Embalmed in amber every pirate lies." Then this did the noble lady say: "Bird, do you dream of our home-coming day When you flew like a courier on before From the dragon-peak to our palace-door, And we drove the steed in your singing path— The ramping dragon of laughter and wrath: And knighted this joss that decked it so? There were golden fishes in the purple river And silver fishes and rainbow fishes. There were golden junks in the laughing river, And silver junks and rainbow junks: There were golden lilies by the bay and river, And silver lilies and tiger-lilies, And tinkling wind-bells in the gardens of the town By the black-lacquer gate Where walked in state The kind king Chang With his flag-born dragon And his crown of pearl . . . and . . . jade, By the city called Han, the peacock town, By the city called Han, the nightingale town, Then sang the bird, so strangely gay, Your dragons great, Merry and mad and friendly and bold. Dim is your proud lost palace-gate. I vaguely know There were heroes of old, Troubles more than the heart could hold, There were wolves in the woods Yet lambs in the fold, Nests in the top of the almond tree. The evergreen tree . . . and the mulberry tree.... Life and hurry and joy forgotten, Years and years I but half-remember . . . Man is a torch, then ashes soon, May and June, then dead December, M Melville Cane elville cane was born April 15, 1879, at Plattsburg, New York. He was educated at Columbia Grammar School, received his A.B. at Columbia in 1900, LL.B. in 1903. At Columbia he was editor-in-chief of the Literary Monthly; he wrote the lyrics of the Varsity operetta, the music of which was supplied by John Erskine. While still in college he contributed light verse to Puck, Judge, and the more sedate Century and was a reporter on the New York Evening Post. Upon graduation he engaged in the practice of law, specializing in the law of copyright and the theater. After an interval of twenty years, he resumed writing and turned to a wholly unforeseen expression. January Garden (1926) is the antithesis of the light verse of Cane's youth; it is sensitive and unequivocally serious. Most of the volume is in a free verse whose contours are shaped by introspection. A somber cast may have accounted for the sparse enthusiasm with which it was received, but it is more difficult to account for failure to recognize the delicacy of the pictorial effects. Cane's Behind Dark Spaces (1930) is less impressionistic, but what it loses in suggestion it gains in sharpness. Mixing "pure" and "suspended" rhyme, his tonecolor has grown richer; concentrating on instead of writing around the object, he has developed power without resorting to force. Since 1934 Cane has written in a new genre, a type of poetry which blends seriousness and vers de société with a nice balance. |