Find me a poem.
March 8, 2005 1:20 PM Subscribe
Find me a poem: The subject is Satan, climbing up to view Heaven. God is just chilling, being all Godly, and Satan is jealous and sad.
The jealous and sad part may have been implied, not explicit. The last lines are about all the angels flying around, and I think the last line was something along the lines of "swift messengers of his ... will."
The jealous and sad part may have been implied, not explicit. The last lines are about all the angels flying around, and I think the last line was something along the lines of "swift messengers of his ... will."
Could it be Shakespeare's fourth-fifth sonnet? I don't know how much it fits, but it has the swift messengers bit.
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers returned from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me.
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.
posted by Kellydamnit at 1:26 PM on March 8, 2005
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers returned from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me.
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.
posted by Kellydamnit at 1:26 PM on March 8, 2005
You must mean Milton, Paradise Lost.
From Book 7:
From Book 7:
...for God will deigneposted by pracowity at 2:04 PM on March 8, 2005
To visit oft the dwellings of just Men
Delighted, and with frequent intercourse
Thither will send his winged Messengers
On errands of supernal Grace.
Best answer: There may be a number of poems on this subject. Being a Victorianist and all, I'm partial to George Meredith's "Lucifer in Starlight."
posted by thomas j wise at 3:33 PM on March 8, 2005
posted by thomas j wise at 3:33 PM on March 8, 2005
Milton's Paradise Lost is probably right, but I thought it sounded a little like Goethes' Thoughts On Jesus Christ's Descent Into Hell.
No winged messengers, though.
posted by Floydd at 3:47 PM on March 8, 2005
No winged messengers, though.
posted by Floydd at 3:47 PM on March 8, 2005
Best answer: I was coming here to suggest "Lucifer in Starlight". Army of unalterable law, oh yeah.
posted by kenko at 4:01 PM on March 8, 2005
posted by kenko at 4:01 PM on March 8, 2005
Response by poster: "Lucifer in Starlight" is correct. Now I wonder where the "swift messengers" line I have in my head comes from.
posted by TheOnlyCoolTim at 10:46 PM on March 8, 2005
posted by TheOnlyCoolTim at 10:46 PM on March 8, 2005
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posted by NickDouglas at 1:24 PM on March 8, 2005