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Art of Arts Never through Angelo's eye, Beethoven's ear, Is caught the Timeless Wonder tense and sheer. Eternity comes outvasting all their art, An intimate blindness breaking in the heart To sudden seizure of a shadowless sky, Deep blue unheard, huge wind shutting the eye, And yet the music and magnificence A rapture that is everything at once, So colour is audible and symphony seen And both a plunging mystery too keen To rest on painter's canvas, player's score, As if an endless edge infinity wore, Cleaving a chasm of splendour and surprise From shaken brain down unto trembling thighs— A straight canal of dreaming opaline, Shot through the darkness of the mortal spine For tryst of God below with God above In spark on lotus-spark of deathless love! . . . Colour is a burst of rhythm which cannot move, Tune is a fire whose tongue is never still, And both go yearning with a wordless will. A different art must passion, a strange skill To pluck miraculous signs from God's intent Power and peace that pledge their hearts away Each to the other in everlasting play And, striking heart on heart, ring forth a call To unborn universes, a rise and fall And rise again of lion thunders fraught With lightning-bolts of brief yet boundless thought Uttering the mystic ocean, the magic land In shining speech the seraphs understand, Words that are more than tune, words that make mind Crystallise from the Unknowable behind And give a shape to elusive secrecy
Page-41 That silver moments for the ear and eye May spring like stars to rumour the immense Sable of Spirit devouring intelligence! The echoer of the Eternal's master-mood— Plumbing more truly His infinitude Than the bright seer brush-fixed in heaven's court Or the vast somnambuie of the pianoforte Wandering from key to key of ivory gates— Is the art where sight and sound mingle their fates By symbol and by rhythm sharing one birth Out of that deepest thrill of beauty's mirth, The million-meaninged wonderment of name The poets bring God's ether and God's flame! 1-6-48 Page-42 |