AdamSmith Posted September 3, 2015 Posted September 3, 2015 Jubilo Allen Tate To Arthur Mizener Hit mus be now de Kingdom comin And de year of Jubilo . . . Tail-spinning from the shelves of sky See how it dips and tacks and tosses To cast a beam in the mind's eye: Who will count the gains and losses On the Day of Jubilo? Public accountant with double entry Enter in red war's final cast In the black column the pacing sentry, Old women picking the hogs' mast For the Day of Jubilo Lean to the crowded air and hear, Eavesdropper, how it goes inside Your own deaf and roaring ear: Boys caress the machines they ride On the Day of Jubilo After the dry and sticking tongue After our incivility Who will inflate the poet's lung Gone flat of this indignity Till the Day of Jubilo? Scholar, no dog will have your day For all your capital's run out, Wry baby in wet disarray- Scholar, prepare your meagre clout For the Day of Jubilo Under the slip and slide of day Think, at the end you'll never be Trapped in a fox-hole of decay Nor snip nor glide of history After the Day of Jubilo All our jubilant eyes are raised, Jubilo. Over the barbican On the great Day pure and dazed, Empty of heart the empty man Of the Day of Jubilo Then for the Day of Jubilo The patient bares his arm at dawn To suck the blood's transfusing glow And then when all the blood is gone (For the Day of Jubilo) Salt serum stays his arteries Sly tide threading the ribs of sand, Till his lost being dries, and cries For that unspeakable salt land Beyond the Day of Jubilo. 1943 Quote
