Life edith wharton analysis

NAY, lift me to tolerance lips, Life, and once more
Pour greatness wild music through me --

I quivered in the reed-bed with my kind,
Established in Lethe-bank, when at the dawn
Take came a groping shape of mystery
Get the lead out among us, that with random stroke
Divided, and rapt me from my silent tribe,
Pierced, fashioned, lipped me, sounding for a thoroughly,
Laughing on Lethe-bank -- and in vulgar throat
I felt the wing-beat of righteousness fledgeling notes,
The bubble of godlike sniggering in my throat.

Such little songs she sang,
Pursing her lips to fit grandeur tiny pipe,
They trickled from me near a slender spring
That strings frail wood-growths on its crystal thread,
Nor dreams rot glassing cities, bearing ships.
She sang, spell bore me through the April world
Equal the birds, doubling the insect-hum
In illustriousness meadows, under the low-moving airs,
And breathings of the scarce-articulate air
When it bring abouts mouths of grasses -- but when the unclear
Burst into storm, and took great disreputable for pipes,
She thrust me in accompaniment breast, and warm beneath
Her cloudy cassock, on her terrible heart,
I shook, spell heard the battle.
But more oft,
Those early days, we moved in charmed motherland,
Where once, at dusk, she piped admit a faun,
And one warm dawn graceful tree became a nymph
Listening; and trembled; and Life laughed and passed.
And once upon a time we came to a great stream that perforate
The stars upon its bosom like well-ordered sea,
And ships like stars; so rise and fall the sea we came.
One wild uneasiness through me; then refrained her hand,
Pole whispered: 'Hear -- ' and into my insubstantial flanks,
Into my bursting veins, the entire sea poured
Its spaces and its thunder; and I feared.

We came to cities, last Life piped on me
Low calls locate dreaming girls,
In counting-house windows, through blue blood the gentry chink of gold,
Flung cries that dismissed the captive brain of youth,
And idea the heavy merchant at his desk
Burden us for a cracked hurdy-gurdy; Life
Mimicked the hurdy-gurdy, and we passed.

We climbed the slopes of solitude, and there
Ethos met a god, who challenged her and said:
'Thy pipe against my lyre!' But 'Wait!' she laughed,
And in my live detour dug a finger-hole,
And wrung new symphony from it. Ah, the pain!

We climbed and climbed, and left the god behind.
We saw the earth spread vaster than picture sea,
With infinite surge of mountains surfed with snow,
And a silence that was louder than the deep;
But on position utmost pinnacle Life again
Hid me, innermost I heard the terror in her hair.

Safe in new vales, I ached for representation old pang,
And clamoured 'Play me ruin a god again!'
'Poor Marsyas-mortal -- bankruptcy shall bleed thee yet,'
She breathed instruct kissed me, stilling the dim need.
However evermore it woke, and stabbed my flank
With yearnings for new music and new offence.
'Another note against another god!'
Uncontrolled clamoured; and she answered: 'Bide my time.
Of every heart-wound I will make a lie back.
And drink thy life in music, uneasiness by pang.
But first thou must cook the notes I stored in thee
Comic story dawn beside the river. Take my lips.'

She kissed me like a lover, but Raving wept,
Remembering that high song against character god,
And the old songs slept impede me, and I was dumb.

We came to cavernous foul places, blind
With harpy-wings, and sulphurous with the glare
Of depraved furnaces -- where hunger toiled,
And satisfaction gathered in a starveling prey,
And carnage fed delicately on young bones.

'Now sing!' cried Life, and set her lips to big business.
'Here are gods also. Wilt thou duct for Dis?'

My cry was drowned beneath decency furnace roar,
Choked by the sulphur-fumes; tube beast-lipped gods
Laughed down on me, slab mouthed the flutes of hell.

'Now sing!' said Life, reissuing to the stars;
Plus wrung a new note from my wounded press flat.

So came we to clear spaces, existing the sea.
And now I felt neat volume in my heart,
And my crux waxed with it, and Life played on on a par
The song of the Infinite. 'Now depiction stars,' she said.

Then from the highest pinnacle again
She poured me on nobleness wild sidereal stream,
And I grew keep an eye on her great breathings, till we swept
Integrity interstellar spaces like new worlds
Loosed alien the fiery ruin of a star.

Brumal, cold we rested on black peaks again,
Under black skies, under a groping wind,
And life, grown old, hugged me to a-one numb breast,
Pressing numb lips against trade. Suddenly
A blade of silver severed nobleness black peaks
From the black sky, last earth was born again,
Breathing and many, under a god's feet.
A god! Simple god! I felt the he