Friday, 21 October 2011

R. K. Narayan: A Tribute to Malgudi Man


                                                        
The first Indian novelist in English of international repute was neither Salman Rushdie nor the Noble laureate V. S. Naipaul  but Rasipuram Krishanaswamy Aiyer Narayanaswamy who is better known to his readers by his shortened name R. K. Narayan. His career as a writer spanned more than five decades, dating from the first published novel Swamy and Friends (1935) to a collection of shorts stories Salt and Sawdust (1993).
Narayan is a conspicuous star in the galaxy of fiction writers by the virtue of his achievement. It is certified by the fact that his novels have been translated into all major languages of the world, which also indicates his wide popularity the world over.
Narayan is the first member of the “unique trio” who has in fact defined and shaped the nature and stature of Indian fiction in English. Mulk Raj Anand and Raja Rao are other members of this group. Anand’s fiction is tragic-comic, whereas the fiction of Raja Rao is religio-comic, Narayan’s is serio-comic. It is Narayan who gave comedy a new shape and semblance with his bifocal vision which comprises the absurd and the grand. The absurd he dramatizes pleasingly, exposing the ideal suggestively. Almost all his novels are comedies of sad manners and they are invested with his harmless humour, by jovial power of his language. The language of his novels is like a kind of clownish language exposing the splendour of laughter: ‘Man laughing at his own weakness is divine.’
“Why take life too seriously?” asks Narayan and then adds: “Mine is an unserious attitude towards life.” That is perhaps why his character-portrayal is neither ironic nor satirical but cartoonic, like his brother Laxman’s cartoons. His is pure fiction, great fiction. He does not ridicule or condemn anybody, but with his impersonal sympathy he analyzes human weakness or selfish undue aspiration in terms of laughter, and his humour is a purifying medium. Finding one’s own weakness or deficiency in the weakness of Narayan’s protagonists, one laughs at oneself and that is the myth and essence of his novels.
Narayan depicts the general in the particular. Although his characters appear to be individuals but they are types – personifications of the various shades of human aspirations at different stages of life. Malgudi is itself imaginary and universal, spiritual fantasy which is timeless. It has been Narayan’s obsession through some fifty years ever since Malgudi with its little station swam into his view all readymade. The river Sarayu flows endlessly through the heart of Malgudi representing the eternal flow of life. Mempi (caves) Hills are the peaks of natural beauty and knowledge or spiritual refinements for the seekers like the Master or Marco. The imaginary Malgudi has given Narayan immense freedom to portray life from the mythical times to ultramodern time.
Narayan is a master of realism and angst. His characters and situations, incidents and episodes, are real and true to daily life. Man appears, passes through self-made travails of life, and vanishes into life. That is the central theme of his fiction. He portrays life as a mighty force to which man has to bow, willingly or unwillingly.
It is the achievement of Narayan that his reader feels as an initiated insider whereas he feels as uninitiated outsider with other novelists. The end of one trouble is but the beginning of another. Life is but a series of tribulations and failures, and every failure leads to a fresh beginning. This truth about life Narayan illustrates by the closing and opening of his novels.  He achieves this through dramatizing the aspirations of the simple middle-class individuals of our society. Implying the philosophical behind the physical, the spiritual behind the secular, the ideal behind the absurd, the infinite behind the finite, in the medium of harmless humour and laughter, Narayan’s art is unique achievement unprecedented which he attains by the power of his written word and wisdom.                

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Tribute to Mulk Raj Anand: Novelist and Fighter


                       Tribute to Mulk Raj Anand: Novelist and Fighter
                                (His death anniversary falls on 28th Sept.)
Mulk Raj Anand passed away at the grand old age of 98 on Sept. 28, 2004 and left behind him remarkably large number of novels and collections of short stories. He deserves the credit of entertaining and enlightening generations of readers during his life time and his works will continue to do so in times to come. It may not be an exaggeration to say that he was, he is, and he shall be socially very relevant as an author – a novelist with purpose, cause, and concerns. It is also quite relevant to assert that Anand tried to do with his pen what Mahatma Gandhi did through his political actions.
Anand will be remembered as a novelist of lowly, the lost, and the underdog. Not that he was the first to voice in his novels the voice of the poor and the down-trodden. Bankim Chandra, Tagore, Sharat Chandra, and Premchand had also done it effectively in their novels. It was Anand who took the romanticism of Bankim, humanizing breath of Tagore, Premchand’s sympathy for the suffering people and Sharat Chandra’s understanding of human hearts to synthesize the texture of his novels. That is why he has been called as a writer who wrote of the people, for the people and as a man of the people.
An important aspect of Anand’s fiction is its concern with the reality of organized evil. In all most all his novels he appears as a social critic. The society he has seen and observed is the field of his work. His writings probe deeply into the social process. For him literature is an expression of society and the large numbers of questions raised by him in literature are social questions: questions of tradition and convention, norms and genres, and symbols and myth.
Before Untouchable (1935) Indian English novels were mainly based history or romance and they are primarily written for merely enjoyment or escapist light reading. Anand’s temperament and social concern have not been suited to such ventures. His missionary zeal for the welfare of the masses had added purpose and brought a new direction to Indian novels in English. His purpose in writing fiction has been to focus attention on the suffering, misery, and wretchedness of the poor and the underdog of society caused by the exploitation of capitalists or feudal lords or by the impact of industry on the traditional or agrarian way of life. Through his art Anand has been trying to awaken our sympathy for the subalterns of society which in turn can urge us to be an active agent of social reform.
Anand is a humanist, a proletarian who does not believe in ‘art for art’s sake’, but writes to awaken the social conscience. He is audacious enough to admit that he is using literature as a means to some other end, and that this end is the alleviation of the suffering of the fellow human beings. He has made his position very clear in his Apology for Heroism: “Any writer who said that he is not interesting in ‘la condition humaine’ was either posing or yielding to a fanatical love of isolationism.” In the same book he asserts; “just as I desire a total and truly humane view of experience, a view of the whole man, in order that is completely new kind of revolutionary human may arise, so I have been inclined to stress the need for truly humanist art commensurate with the needs of our time.”
Anand has written novels and short stories with a view of teaching man to recognize the fundamental principles of human living and exercise vigilance in record to the real enemies of freedom and socialism. The truth Anand the artist interpreted from the realities of life focuses on man’s inhumanity to man. It tells:  (1) Casteism is a crime against humanity and anyone who believes in human dignity should actively strive to eliminate it. (2) Inequality in society and the ill-treatment by “haves” and “have more” of “have not” is a national tragedy. The nation can be saved from this tragedy only by following the path of dramatic socialism i.e. way of life in which the moral and material urges of the people can have the fullest play. (3) Belief in fate or ‘karma’, religious fundamentalism and fanaticism are enemies of healthy social life, progressive thinking and individual and national prosperity. They should be totally removed from the minds of the people by inculcating national thinking. (4) Social, Economic, and Political freedom is the birth right of all the citizens of a nation. To ensure this to common man, society must be free from its arch-enemies i.e. capitalism and imperialism.  (5) War is the greatest plague that can afflict humanity. It destroys not only states and families but also international harmony and peace. As war is mainly due to the failure of human wisdom so the disputes should be settled by apply wisdom.  (6) Anand believes that machine is important for rapid growth and modernization of any nation. But it should be introduced keeping in mind the welfare of the society as a whole not for turning poor, poorer and rich, richer.  (7) According to Anand feudalism is a terrible evil crushing the peasant folk. If land, the principal means of production in the agrarian economy, is under monopoly of few people- landlords, then the poor peasant will remain in the state of perpetual beggary and slavery. Only by abolishing the landlordism and giving the right to ownership of land to all can the diabolical exploitation of peasants can be stopped. (8) He is of the view that the ill-treatment of woman is a barbaric act. Woman should be given equal right with man both in theory and practice.  (9) He notices that modern education is futile and produces only frustration as it gives merely degrees not imparts skills. So he believes that the time has come when this education is to be overhauled.
Anand’s works were inspired and influenced by the lives of real people in unglamorous situations, warts and all. In addition his writings demonstrate a keen desire for a political change and social transformation. The best tribute that we could pay to this great novelist would be to read his novels and be inspired by the dedication and commitment that he had.                  
                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                                                          

Thursday, 22 September 2011

Rao Tula Ram,


Rao Tula Ram, whose martyrdom day is commemorated in Haryana as ‘Haryana Heroes and Martyrdom Day’, was one of the key leaders of the First War for Independence (1857), in Haryana  where he is considered a state hero.
He is credited with having obliterated every vestige of the British rule from the region that today is southwest Haryana during the Rebellion, and also helping rebel forces fighting in the historic city of Delhi with men, money and material. Noted as a good administrator and military commander, after the 1857 uprising ended, he left India, met rulers of Iran and Afghanistan and also established contacts with the Tsar of Russia, to seek their help to fight a war to free India from the British. His plans were cut short by his death from dysentery in Kabul on September 23, 1863, at the age of 38.

Monday, 8 August 2011

Why GOD Gave Us Friends

GOD knew that everyone needs
Companionship and cheer,
He knew that people need someone
Whose thoughts are always near.

He knew they need someone kind
To lend a helping hand.
Someone to gladly take the time
To care and understand.

GOD knew that we all need someone
To share each happy day,
To be a source of courage
When troubles come our way.

Someone to be true to us,
Whether near or far apart.
Someone whose love we'll always
Hold and treasure in our hearts.

That's Why GOD Gave Us Friends

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote you name in my heart,
and forever it will stay
.
                                                Jeremy Weida

Sunday, 31 July 2011

                               The Relevance of Munshi Premchand
                                      (Birth Anniversary is on 31st July)

                                                                                     Sanjeev Gandhi
                                                                                     Dept. of English
                                                                                     Govt. College
                                                                                     Chhachhrauli (Yamuna Nagar)

                    Munshi Premchand (July31, 1880 – Oct. 8, 1936) was not only a versatile writer, but a social philosopher, a born rebel, a patriot, a freedom fighter, and the harbinger of the progressive movement in Indian Literature. It was he who brought a new wave of realism in Urdu and Hindi fiction in the first decade of 20th century and thus gave a new dimension to fiction writing in these languages.

                   From the very onset, his writings were charged with such patriotic feelings and love for freedom that his very first story ‘Duniya Ka Sabse Anmol Ratan’ (The Most Priceless Jewel of the World) is based on patriotism. A lover Dilfigar by name is asked by his beloved, Queen Dilfareb to bring to her the most valuable thing in the world if he wants to be accepted as her lover. The first thing he brings is the tear drop of a murderer who was about to be hanged and saw his young child before him. The queen declines it. He then brings to her a handful of ashes of a beautiful woman who had sacrificed her life on the funeral pyre of her dead husband. This too is not considered as the most priceless thing by the beloved.  At last the lover meets a dying patriot who has shed his blood for his motherland, and takes a blood drop of the martyr’s blood to the queen and is gladly accepted as her lover. 

                   Premchand’s first collection of stories Soz-e-Watan was banned and burnt in his presence by colonial masters in 1908. He was ordered not to publish even a single line without the prior permission of the British Government. It was the sequence of this incident that he adopted the pseudonym of ‘Premchand’ so that he could write freely, undetected by the colonial regime. Before this he used to write under the pseudonym Nawab Rai . His actual name was Dhanpat Rai. Referring to this episode, he once said that he was convinced beyond doubt that political leaders alone could not change the destiny of people, writers and artists had to play their roles to show the right path to society. If it were not so, the colonial regime would never have burnt and banned his books.

                 He was of the firm belief that every writer could and should play a significant role in changing and remodelling the emotions, values and ways of life of the people of his society. Premchand did not write merely to entertain, he wrote only when he had something to say or to convey; or when he was convinced that this experience deserved to be shared by his readers. All his life he kept this high ideal before him.

                             During his literary career of about thirty years, he wrote about ten novels, 350 short-stories, three plays, and scores of essays and literary articles. Studied in their chronological order, Premchand’s writings present a crystal-clear picture of traumatic social and political events that took place on the national and international scene between 1905 and 1936 and the impact they made on his mind and heart.

                             Premchand was not an idle spectator of events but deeply involved in them. During the Non-Cooperative Movement against British rule in India, he resigned his government job as inspectors of schools and joined the freedom struggle as a true disciple of Mahatma Gandhi. He was also very much acquainted with Dr. Ambedkar and his movements since beginning. On the cover page of his magazine Hans he had published a photograph of Dr. Ambedkar in 1933 and under it he had marked gracefully: “With incessant, painstaking efforts you have under gone many a trail, and attained scholarship, proving that the so called untouchables are not created with ordinary resources by God. You have been enlisted among world famous personalities.”

                               Actually Dr. Ambedkar started his movement, breaking the law of Manusmriti, and drinking the water of ‘Chowdar tank’ which was denied to untouchables. This problem is reflected in Premchand’s short story ‘Thakur ka Kuwan’. Except Dr. Ambebkar nobody had touched upon this problem on political level at that time and except Premchand anybody on the literary level. Same is the story of ‘Temple Entry Movement’. Dr. Ambedkar started this in 1930 and Premchand picked it up in Karmabhumi published in 1932. Thus his writings about the political and social movements of the time are autobiographical, and clearly reveal his anguish over terrible happenings in the country, as also his deep love of his people who are suffering and struggling to throw off the yoke of exploitation and foreign rule.


                              Premchand’s writings reveal that a writer is not a prisoner of the four walls of his study but the whole world is his workshop. Premchand broke the barriers between the writer and the mass reader, the peasant and the worker. In his novels and short-stories he advocates humanism, equality and justice. He upholds truth, beauty and goodness and opposes hatred, ugliness and repression. 
             
              Prior to his emergence, Hindi and Urdu fiction was devoted to the portrayal of urban aristocracy and upper middle classes. This fiction was, obliviously, devoid of the panoramic view of our villages and the cultural diversity of our peasantry and working masses. Premchand’s novels and short-stories for the first time depicted the real life of our peasants and workers. So, the Hindi and Urdu literature became a faithful mirror of the life of Indian masses. By depicting the deplorable conditions of the Indian peasantry and working classes, he realised the sad lot of millions of workers all over the world, especially in the colonial countries. Thus, he acquired an international outlook which is reflected in many of his works of the later period.

      When he began his career as a literary artist reformist movements were gaining great momentum all over India. These movements certainly influenced him but he refused to be swept away by them. He always avoided the revivalist trends in these movements, and tried to highlight their patriotic and liberal content only. His only preoccupation was with the liberation of the country and the emancipation of millions of his fellow citizens from exploitation.

       His early novels like Sevasadan, and Nirmala show his keen social conscience. Sevasadan, his first novel, relates the suffering of Suman, who is married to a cold, narrow-minded and jealous husband. He turns her out on a flimsy pretext of coming late one night. The Hindu society has no place for a forsaken girl. Poor Suman has no option but to join the sisterhood of prostitutes. The novel deals with the problem of prostitution in the society. All the characters and incidents are centred round this social evil. The social purpose of the novel is quite transparent. The age old institution has been ruthlessly assaulted from a moral and sentimental standpoint. Premchand believes that the causes leading to this evil are not deeply rooted in human nature, but are the offspring of immediate environment; and by giving understanding and sympathy women can be saved from a life of sin and shame. In Nirmala, Premchand exposes the merciless orthodox system of dowry. It is the story of that unfortunate girl, Nirmala, whose widow mother cannot afford to give a handsome amount in her dowry and she is forced to marry an old wealthy man. The result is disaster. Dying Nirmala says: “My daughter should be married to a suitable person.” The author suggests that dowry is not an individual problem but a social disease which demands a desperate remedy.   

        When he wrote his famous novel Premashram in 1921 the Great October Revolution had already taken place in Russia. In this novel, he deals with the struggle of the peasants of northern India against the tyranny of landlords and the British government. One of the young characters of the novel Balraj is made to speak to his father: “You behave as if the cultivator is nobody and that he has been created only to provide forced labour to the landlord. I have read in the newspapers that the cultivators constituted the ruling class in Russia. They do what they like.”

      Soon after ‘The October Revolution’ Premchand started communicating its message through his writings to the Indian people. In this way he came to identify the classes which deserved support in their struggle for freedom and social justice. There were other classes which feigned involvement in the freedom struggle, but in fact which had their own vested interests. Premchand exposed and opposed these vested interests.

       The fundamental theme of his novel Rangbhumi embodies the conflict between two civilisations – the one represented by the new forces of industrialisation based on profit and competition and the other by the tradition way of life based on co-operation. This novel depicts the ruin of rural life. It is an epic story of moral degradation of village brought about by the western civilisation which is the other name for capitalist civilisation. John Sevak represents the new forces of production: the old beggar Surdas stands for old village economy. Surdas resists with all his force the erection of a cigarette factory on that piece of land which he has inherited. But the land was forcibly taken. A terrible picture of evils of industrialisation is painted. A complete crash of old foundations without a better substitute attracted Premchand’s attention and deepened his interest in all that was happening around him. He attacked with passion and powers the new social order which depends on the enslavement of masses, on their poverty and exploitation, on violence and profit, on greed and selfishness.  Education promotes it, law-courts defend it and police guard it.

          Godan is the life story of Hori who has experienced the suffering and hardships of life. He faces crisis after crisis, till he dies in exhaustion. He represents the Indian peasant who has been robbed of his honour, his spirit, and his life. He has been plunder and profaned, disinherited and disposed by those who exploit him. The novel does not end in the triumph of the peasant but ends in an atmosphere of pessimism and despair. The heroic struggle against heavy odds is perhaps the only redeeming feature of Hori’s character. Premchand seems to have realised the futility of all those solutions which had been suggested for improving the lot of peasants. He believed that the extension of democracy would be proved a rule by the big bankers, traders and money-lenders and their hold on the peasants would be firmer and more ruthless.

        Premchand throughout his life had fought on the side of the poor. In his final testament ‘Mahajani Sabhyata’ (The Capitalist Society) he writes: “In this capitalist society the one motivation for all the actions is money....From this point of view, it is the capitalists who rule the world today. Human society has been divided into two sections. The bigger section comprises the tiller and toiler, while far smaller section comprises those who through their might and influence hold the larger section and take no pity on it whatever. This section exists merely so that it may sweat for its masters and one day quietly departs the world.”

     In the January issue of Hans in 1931, Premchand wrote on mental slavery: “While we want to be free of physical slavery we continue to embrace mental slavery of our own free will.... Culture is a comprehensive term. Our religious beliefs, our social customs, our political principles, our language and literature, our manners and our conduct, are all parts of our culture but today we are hitting ruthlessly at the roots of this very culture.” How true these words are in the second decade of 21th century.

     Today, when the forces of reaction, exploitation, fascism and obscurantism are becoming dominant in our society, the relevance and importance of Premchand’s writings and of the ideas he expounded have increased many folds.           
            

                                                                                     

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Bal Gangadhar Tilak, born July 22, 1856, was universally recognized as the Father of Indian Unrest. He was one of the prime architects of modern India and heralded Asian nationalism. His philosophy could not survive after his death as India came under sway of Mahatma Gandhi.
Tilak was a brilliant politician as well as a profound scholar who believed that independence is the foremost necessity for the well being of a nation and that to win it through extreme measures should not be dispensed with. He was the first intellectual leader to understand the importance of mass support and subsequently became the first mass leader of India. He realized that the constitutional agitation in itself was futile against the British and that, moreover, India was ill prepared for an armed revolt. 
As a result, although he was helpful to revolutionaries such as Savarkar, Aurobindo Ghosh and Chaphekar, he did not venture into it himself. Instead, he martial led the extremist wing of Indian National Congress. His movement was based on the principles of Swadeshi (Indigenous), Boycott and Education. It was he who, through his own example, gave prestige to imprisonment in freedom struggle. It is a tragedy that his work is not given the recognition due to it.
Tilak is often misinterpreted. Perhaps it is so because of his style of operation which raised bitter controversies and still more bitter opponents even outside the bureaucracy. Violent arguments characterized his relationship with social reformists such as Agarkar, Ranade and moderates like Ferozshah Mehta. Many blame him for opposing the Age of Consent Bill which raised the age limit for marriage of girls to 12 (from 10). But is fact that at the same time he had signed a counter-proposal where in one of the clauses was that the girls (boys) should not be married until they are 16 (20). He educated all of his daughters and did not marry them till they were over 16. There are instances when he privately paid for the education of women. Still it remains true that he was a reactionary and did not use his considerable influence to give a much-needed support to the social reformists. Probably, he did not want to offend the prevalent rigid system - he, himself, having been brought up in the culturally narrow surroundings of Pune. It seems as if his canvas presented him no room for active social reforms. 

He had several discussions with Shankaracharya of Sankeshwar and asserted that like Swami Vivekananda, the modern Shankaracharya must be educated on modern lines. Tilak received Bachelor of Arts degree from The Deccan College, Pune in 1879 and L.L.B. from the Elphinston College, Mumbai in 1882. He was among the founders of the New English School, Pune (1881) of which Prof Chiplunkar became the Principal. He had a genius for organisation and with Agarkar, the then foremost social reformist, started the newspapers 'Kesari' and 'The Maratha' in 1881 and in 1890's started the annual celebration of 'ShivajiFestival' and 'Ganapati Festival' which served a platform for people to join in the nationalist movement against the British. Soon he came to be regarded as the undisputed leader of Maharashtra and was honored with the title 'Lokamanya' in 1893 which became synonymous with him in the 1900. As the nation fumed over the partition of Bengal (1905), Tilak assumed the national leadership with his extremist attitude and stated his position unequivocally as "Swarajya (self rule) is my birth right and I shall have it." 


Friday, 22 July 2011

"Ammi, vo jo padosi hain, unka munnu


Rang-birange kapde pahna karta hai.

Sab usko kandhe pe bithhaya karte hain,

Jaane kyon vah sab ko pyara lagta hai.

Ammi, apne mohalle ke logon ko kyon

pyar bahut hai rang-birange kapdon se?

Maine to munnu ko nanga dekha hai

Ammi, uska jism bhi mere jaisa hai!"      (Bimal Krishan 'Ashk')

Friday, 3 June 2011

Bhasmasur (Bhasma = Destroy, Asur = Demon) is a demon who hails from Hindu mythology. He was a devotee of Lord Shiva (A Hindu God) and performed great penance to please the Lord so he could ask for a boon. When asked what he wanted, Bhasmasur said that he wanted to have the ability that when he placed his hand on someone’s head, they would be burned to ashes. Lord Shiva thoughtlessly granted him the wish. As soon as he got the power, Bhasmasur tried to test it on Lord Shiva, who had to run to save his life. While running, Lord Shiva appealed to Lord Vishnu (another Hindu God). Lord Vishnu tricked Bhasmasur into placing his hand on his own head, thus causing the demon to burn himself.

Monday, 30 May 2011

The Cloud

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,--
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-colored bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.