make a hush out of glory songs, a crying out from the joyful aubades
In "day six" of "Seven Aubades
for Summer," the speaker mourns the form itself, "its little scheme to stop time / almost stopped." The inevitability of change is less problematic than our inability to understand that it is happening.
(13.) For a discussion of this and related poems, see O'Connell, Patrick F., "Thomas Merton's Wake-Up Calls: Aubades and Monastic Dawn Poems from A Man in the Divided Sea," The Merton Annual 12 (1999), pp.
This can be seen in such poems as "Landscape: Wheatfields," "Landscape, Prophet and Wild Dog," "Landscape: Beast," or "Aubade: Lake Erie," "The Ohio River--Louisville," "The Trappist Cemetery--Gethsemani," and "Grace's House," yet is by no means restricted to poems with specific locations in their titles.
(24) A cursory glance at the designations of the quasi-spiritual matinal 'psaumes', 'aubades', and 'nocturnes' (C, XII, 580) of Valery's prose poetry contained in the collection Poemes et PPA already gives a clear indication of their style and tonality.
As dawn remains virtually poised and temporarily held back by the surrounding obscurity, the calm of the physical context, so often encountered in the 'aubades' of cahiers, becomes the space of a fundamental ontological despair:
] les difficultes presentes etaient imaginees--pour fabriquer du temps, dans ma chambre While the ritual of opening the shutters or the window at dawn constitutes a leitmotif in the prose "aubades
" of the Cahiers, a gesture often symbolic of the dehiscence of consciousness, (such as C, X, 4 and C, XXVII, 179), the theme of enclosure, is similarly correlated with the room.
In addition, two sequences of linked poems are spread throughout the book: One consists of aubades, or poems addressing dawn, the other of poems spoken by angels.
In "Easter Morning Aubade" a woman attempts to "clench the first dawnlight inside her skull," but the world refuses to stand still.
too much light, restoratives to compel aubades
, voluble, centred by
Hacker: It is curious that, with the exception of some early open-formed or syllabic "Aubades
," almost all erotic (not the "agapic") poems I've written have been in iambic meters - most often, sonnets or sonnet, sequences.