Robert Duncan did not join in the Modernist denigration of Shelley, but the following rewriting of Shelley's "Arethusa" is both tribute and reproach, it seems to me -- a tribute to Shelley's vivid re-imagining of the myth and a reproach to his tin ear!Duncan's poem is from his Roots and Branches, published by New Directions.
Note: I have attempted to reproduce the spacing of both poems, a typographical feature that was particularly important to Robert Duncan. This may result in some unintended run-over lines unless the page is viewed using Netscape on a large monitor -- or by reducing the font size to 10 by use of the font section of the options menu. -- S.C.
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
Robert Duncan |
| Arethusa | Shelley's arethusa set to new measures |
| I | 1 |
| Arethusa arose | Now Arethusa from her snow couches arises, |
| From her couch of snows | Hi! from her Acroceraunian heights springs, |
| In the Acroceraunian mountains, -- | down leaping, from cloud and crag |
| From cloud and from crag, | jagged shepherds her bright fountains. |
| With many a jag, | She bounds from rock-face to rock-face streaming |
| Shepherding her bright fountains. | her uncombed rainbows of hair round her. |
| She leapt down the rocks, | Green paves her way-fare. |
| With her rainbow locks | Where she goes there |
| Streaming among the streams; -- | dark ravine serves her |
| Her steps paved with green | downward towards the West-gleam. |
| The downward ravine | As if still asleep she goes, glides or |
| Which slopes to the western gleams; | lingers in deep pools. |
| And gliding and springing | |
| She went, ever singing, | |
| In murmurs soft as sleep; | |
| The Earth seemed to love her, | |
| And Heaven smiled above her, | |
| As she lingered towards the deep. | |
| II | 2 |
| Then Alpheus bold, | Now bold Alpheus |
| On his glacier cold, | aroused from his cold glacier |
| With his trident the mountains strook; | strikes the mountains and opens |
| And opened a chasm | a chasm in the rock so that |
| In the rocks -- with the spasm | all Erymanthus shakes, and the black |
| All Erymanthus shook. | south wind is unseald, |
| And the black south wind | from urns of silent snow comes, Earthquake |
| It unsealed behind | rends asunder |
| The urns of the silent snow, | thunderous the bars of the springs below. |
| And earthquake and thunder | |
| Did rend in sunder | Beard and hair of the River-god |
| The bars of the springs below. | show through the torrent's sweep |
| And the beard and the hair | where he follows the fleeting light of the nymph |
| Of the River-god were | to the brink of the Dorian, |
| Seen through the torrent's sweep, | margins of deep Ocean. |
| As he followed the light | |
| Of the fleet nymph's flight | |
| To the brink of the Dorian deep. | |
| III | 3 |
| 'Oh, save me! Oh, guide me! | Oh save me! Take me untoucht, she cries. |
| And bid the deep hide me, | Hide me, |
| For he grasps me now by the hair!' | for Alpheus already grasps at my hair! |
| The loud Ocean heard, | The loud Ocean heard, |
| To its blue depth stirred, | to its blue depths stirrd and divided, |
| And divided at her prayer; | taking her into the roar of its surf. |
| And under the water | And under the water she flees |
| The Earth's white daughter | white Arethusa, |
| Fled like a sunny beam; | the sunlight still virginal in her courses, |
| Behind her descended | Earth's daughter, descends, |
| Her billows, unblended | billowing, unblended in the Dorian |
| With the brackish Dorian stream: -- | brackish waters. |
| Like a gloomy stain | Where Alpheus, |
| On the emerald main | close upon her, in gloom, |
| Alpheus rushed behind, -- | staining the salt dark tide comes, |
| As an eagle pursuing | black clouds overtaking the white |
| A dove to its ruin | in an emerald sky, Alpheus |
| Down the streams of the cloudy wind. | eagle-eyed down streams of the wind pursues |
| dove-wingd Arethusa. | |
| IV | 4 |
| Under the bowers | Under those bowers they go |
| Where the Ocean powers | where the ocean powers |
| Sit on their pearled thrones; | brood on their thrones. Thru these coral woods, |
| Through the coral woods | shades in the weltering flood, |
| Of the weltering floods, | maiden and raging |
| Over heaps of unvalued stones; | Alpheus swirl. |
| Through the dim beams | Over forgotten heap, stone upon stone, |
| Which amid the streams | thru dim beams |
| Weave a network of coloured light; | which amid streams |
| And under the caves, | weave a network of colord lights they go, |
| Where the shadowy waves | girl-stream and man-river after her. |
| Are as green as the forest's night: -- | |
| Outspeeding the shark, | Pearl amid shadows |
| And the sword-fish dark, | of the deep caves |
| Under the Ocean's foam, | that are green as the forest's night, |
| And up through the rifts | swift they fly, |
| Of the mountain clifts | with the shark and the swordfish pass into the wave |
| They passed to their Dorian home. | -- he overtaking her, |
| as if wedding, surrounding her, | |
| spray rifts in clefts of the shore cliffs rising. | |
| Alpheus, | |
| Arethusa, | |
| come home. | |
| V | 5 |
| And now from their fountains | When now from Enna's mountains they spring, |
| In Enna's mountains, | afresh in her innocence |
| Down one vale where the morning basks, | Arethusa to Alpheus gladly comes. |
| Like friends once parted | Into one morning two hearts awake, |
| Grown single-hearted, | at sunrise leap from sleep's caves to return |
| They ply their watery tasks. | to the vale where they meet, |
| At sunrise they leap | drawn by yearning from night into day. |
| From their cradles steep | |
| In the cave of the shelving hill; | Down into the noontide flow, |
| At noontide they flow | into the full of life winding again, they find |
| Through the woods below | their way thru the woods |
| And the meadows of asphodel; | and the meadows of asphodel below. |
| And at night they sleep | Wedded, one deep current leading, |
| In the rocking deep | they follow to dream |
| Beneath the Ortygian shore; -- | in the rocking deep at the Ortygian shore. |
| Like spirits that lie | Spirits drawn upward, |
| In the azure sky | they are divided |
| When they love but live no more. | into the azure from which the rain falls, |
| life from life, | |
| seeking their way to love once more. | |
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