Dove Apologising to God
One of my most favorite poems of all times is Anthony Eatons Poem" The Dove apologises to His God for Being Killed by the cat"
I picture a solo piece, just a spotlight on you and the rest of the stage in darkness.
"My Lord, I was accustomed to swill about the sky
with the speed of my own strength; I swayed
flickering in the sun, I outswerved the hawk,
the trees were gardens of danger and delight for my passing.
I sent my wings, and all the world and all
its cloud-companions swiveled with the crazy shift-
I was quicker than noon and night,
quicker than my hunter's guns, quicker
than tempest's fist, the universe danced for my mind
and my mind was like a feather on the wind,
gone before they knew it there...
I was the master and sole recipient
of all air's system; I rang singing curves
between the marble clouds. If anything, remember this:
I lived in sunlight, steeply and well.
My Lord, forgive me for dying thus. I forgot
my legs were weak, those of the cat so fast,
and I was in her territory then... it seems a final turn of luck
that I should thus go down, that I
who'd scattered the smooth currents of the sky
should end in a shower of unseen quills,
and through my own forgetfulness. Think not that I complain :
rather I marvel that in your scales
a minute slackened watch should overweigh
and cancel out the hundred million miles of sky and sun;
So all the wondrous tracks of heaven and earth,
of trees and rain, dawn and days end, wings and wind, unite and signify at last
in rotting corpse beside the hedge. My Lord,
these words may seem upstart in arrogance; remember though, and hear them whence they came."
I picture a solo piece, just a spotlight on you and the rest of the stage in darkness.
"My Lord, I was accustomed to swill about the sky
with the speed of my own strength; I swayed
flickering in the sun, I outswerved the hawk,
the trees were gardens of danger and delight for my passing.
I sent my wings, and all the world and all
its cloud-companions swiveled with the crazy shift-
I was quicker than noon and night,
quicker than my hunter's guns, quicker
than tempest's fist, the universe danced for my mind
and my mind was like a feather on the wind,
gone before they knew it there...
I was the master and sole recipient
of all air's system; I rang singing curves
between the marble clouds. If anything, remember this:
I lived in sunlight, steeply and well.
My Lord, forgive me for dying thus. I forgot
my legs were weak, those of the cat so fast,
and I was in her territory then... it seems a final turn of luck
that I should thus go down, that I
who'd scattered the smooth currents of the sky
should end in a shower of unseen quills,
and through my own forgetfulness. Think not that I complain :
rather I marvel that in your scales
a minute slackened watch should overweigh
and cancel out the hundred million miles of sky and sun;
So all the wondrous tracks of heaven and earth,
of trees and rain, dawn and days end, wings and wind, unite and signify at last
in rotting corpse beside the hedge. My Lord,
these words may seem upstart in arrogance; remember though, and hear them whence they came."
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