Poem by Bert Leston Taylor

Invocation

O Comic Spirit, hovering overhead,
With sage's brows and finely-tempered smile,
Prom whose bowed lips a silvery laugh
      is sped
At pedantry, stupidity, and guile,

So visioned by that sage on whom you bent
Always a look of perfect sympathy,
Whose laugh, like yours, was never idly
      spent,
Look, Spirit, sometimes fellowly on me!

Instruct and guide me in the gentle art
Of thoughtful laughter once satyric noise;
Vouchsafe to me, I humbly ask, some part,
However little, of your perfect poise.

Keep me from bitterness, contempt, and
      scorn,
From anger, pride, impatience, and disdain.
When I am self-deceived your smile shall
      warn,
Your volleyed laughter set me right again.
Am I inspired to mirth or mockery,
Grant, Spirit, that it be not overdrawn;
And am I moved to malice, let it be
Only "the sunny malice of a faun."

1. The Riddle of the Dinosaur
2. The Road to Anywhere
3. Spring in the Shops
4. Ballade of a Moss-Grown Symbol
5. The Gadder

Archibald MacLeish Invocation ("O Beauty! If you ever hear")

Print

1578 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version