(July 2nd to 8th)
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‘…Hark ye, Ben. Here is the sun going up to over-run and possess all Heaven for evermore. Therefore (Still, man!) we’ll harness the horses of the dawn. Hear their hooves? “The Lord himself shall be unto thee thy everlasting light, and – “ hold again ! After that climbing thunder must be some smooth check – like great wings gliding. Therefore we’ll not have “shall be thy glory”, but “And thy God thy glory!”…’ |
This is from “Proofs of Holy Writ” , written too late to be included in any of the RK collections. Ben Jonson and William Shakespeare are talking over a glass of wine outside a summer house by an apple orchard. Shakespeare has been asked to advise on the words to be used in various passages of the King James’ Bible, which is in preparation by a committee of divines. Here he is wrestling with a passage of Isaiah. |
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‘…Then he wrote, muttering:- the little smoke of a candle that goes out. …then with relief the little smoke that dies in moonlight cold. Evidently he was snared by the rhymes of his first verse, for he wrote and rewrote ‘gold – cold – mould’ many times. Again he sought inspiration from the advertisement, and set down, without erasure, the line I had overheard. And threw warm gules on Madeleine’s young breast. …I found myself nodding approval…’ |
This is from “Wireless”, in A Diversity of Creatures. In a pharmacist’s shop, the young assistant, wracked by consumption, is labouring with a poem about his beloved. It is an ice cold night, and he is surrounded by vivid images, in an atmosphere that evokes the ambience in which the pharmacist poet John Keats might have been writing eighty years before. By some mysterious communicative process, analogous in RK’s mind with the mysterious new discovery of ‘wireless’ he discovers the words of Keats’ poem ‘The Eve of St Agnes’, though he has never read it. |
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…’How is he chained?’ |
This is from “The Finest Story in the World” in Many Inventions. Charlie Mears, a young bank clerk with literary ambitions, has been encouraged to write by the story teller. His imagination is liberated by that encouragement and by his reading of poetry, and he writes a vivid tale of his past life in ancient times as a Greek galley slave. |