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- Herausgeber: Classic Poetry
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
Many Gods is a book of poetry written in 1910.Cale Young Rice was an American poet and dramatist. He was born in Dixon, Kentucky, to Laban Marchbanks Rice, a Confederate veteran and tobacco merchant, and his wife Martha Lacy. He was a younger brother of Laban Lacy Rice, a noted educator. Cale Rice grew up in Evansville, Indiana, and Louisville, Kentucky. He was educated at Cumberland University and at Harvard (A.B., 1895; A.M., 1896).He was married to the popular author Alice Hegan Rice; they worked together on several books. The marriage was childless, and Cale committed suicide by gunshot during the night of January 23–24 at his home in Louisville a year after her death due to his sorrow at losing her.His birthplace in Dixon is designated by Kentucky State Historical Marker 1508, which reads:"Birthplace of Rice brothers, Cale Young, 1872-1943, noted poet and author; Laban Lacy, 1870-1973, well-known educator and author. Lacy published The Best Poetic Works of Cale Young Rice after Cale's death. Included in famous collection is poem, "The Mystic." Cale married Alice Hegan, also a distinguished Kentucky writer. Home overlooks Memorial Garden."
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MANY GODS
Cale Young Rice
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
“ALL’S WELL”
I.
II.
III.
IV.
THE PROSELYTE RECANTS
LOVE IN JAPAN
I.
II.
MAPLE LEAVES ON MIYAJIMA
TYPHOON
PENANG
WHEN THE WIND IS LOW
THE PAGODA SLAVE
THE SHIPS OF THE SEA
KINCHINJUNGA
I.
II.
III.
IV.
V.
THE BARREN WOMAN
BY THE TAJ MAHAL
LOVE’S CYNIC
I.
II.
III.
IV.
V.
VI.
VII.
VIII.
IX.
X.
XI.
XII.
IN A TROPICAL GARDEN
I.
II.
III.
IV.
V.
VI.
VII.
VIII.
THE WIND’S WORD
THE SHRINE OF SHRINES
FROM A FELUCCA
THE EGYPTIAN WAKES
THE IMAM’S PARABLE
SONGS OF A SEA-FARER
I.
II.
A SONG OF THE SECTS
The Armenian sings
The Latin sings
The Copt sings
The Greek sings
The Four again
THE CITY
VIA AMOROSA
DUSK AT HIROSHIMA
THE WANDERER
IN A SHINTO TEMPLE GARDEN
FAR FUJIYAMA
ON MIYAJIMA MOUNTAIN
OLD AGE
ON THE YANG-TSE-KIANG
THE SEA-ARMIES
THE CHRISTIAN IN EXILE
THE PARSEE WOMAN
SHAH JEHAN TO MUMTAZ MAHAL
PRINCESS JEHANARA
A SINGHALESE LOVE LAMENT
ON THE ARABIAN GULF
THE RAMESSID
IMMORTAL FOES
THE CONSCRIPT
NAVIS IGNOTA
THE CROSS OF THE SEPULCHRE
THE NUN
ALPINE CHANT
THE MAN OF MIGHT
IN TIME OF AWE
SUNRISE IN UTAH
CONSOLATION
I.
II.
III.
WAVES
VIS ULTIMA
MEREDITH
“ALL’S WELL”
I.
The illimitable leaping of the sea,
The mouthing of his madness to the moon,
The seething of his endless sorcery,
His prophecy no power can attune,
Swept over me as, on the sounding prow
Of a great ship that steered into the stars,
I stood and felt the awe upon my brow
Of death and destiny and all that mars.
II.
The wind that blew from Cassiopeia cast
Wanly upon my ear a rune that rung;
The sailor in his eyrie on the mast
Sang an “All’s well,” that to the spirit clung
Like a lost voice from some aërial realm
Where ships sail on forever to no shore,
Where Time gives Immortality the helm,
And fades like a far phantom from life’s door.
III.
“And is all well, O Thou Unweariable
Launcher of worlds upon bewildered space,”
Rose in me, “All? or did thy hand grow dull
Building this world that bears a piteous race?
O was it launched too soon or launched too late?
Or can it be a derelict that drifts
Beyond thy ken toward some reef of Fate
On which Oblivion’s sand forever shifts?”
IV.
The sea grew softer as I questioned—calm
With mystery that like an answer moved,
And from infinity there fell a balm,
The old peace that God is, tho all unproved.
The old faith that tho gulfs sidereal stun
The soul, and knowledge drown within their deep,
There is no world that wanders, no not one
Of all the millions, that He does not keep.
THE PROSELYTE RECANTS
(In Japan)
Where the fair golden idols
Sit in darkness and in silence
While the temple drum beats solemnly and slow;
Where the tall cryptomerias
Sway in worship round about
And the rain that is falling whispers low;
I can hear strange voices
Of the dead and forgotten,
On the dimly rising incense I can see
The lives I have lived,
And my lives unbegotten,
Namu Amida Butsu pity me!
I was born this karma
Of a mother in Chuzenji,
Where Nantai-zan looks down into the lake;
Where the white-thronged pilgrims
Climb to altars in the clouds
And behold the holy eastern dawn awake.
It was there I wandered
Till a priest of the Christians
With the crucifix he wore compelled my gaze.
In grief I had grown,
So upon its grief I pondered.
Namu Amida Butsu, keep my days!
It was wrong, he told me,
To pray Jiso for my children,
And Binzuru for healing of my ills.
