Kathleen Jessie Raine
Kathleen Raine was born in London in 1908, where she grew up; taking on a number of unsatisfactory jobs. Through one of her later jobs she met the nephew of the Indian mystic Rama Coomaraswamy Tambimuttu, who invited her to contribute to his new magazine, Poetry London, she did of course, and soon developed a lifelong passion for all things Indian. Raine began to seriously write toward her late twenties, and by 1943 she had published her first collection of poetry Stone and Flower, which was illustrated by Barbara Hepworth. Three years later the collection Living in Time was released, followed by The Pythoness in 1949.
Raine married twice, each time unhappily due to ... more »
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Kathleen Jessie Raine Poems
Change Said the sun to the moon, You cannot stay.
Yours is the face that the earth turns to me, Continuous beyond its human features lie The mountain forms that rest against the sky. With your eyes, the reflecting rainbow, the sun's light
Wanting to know all I overlooked each particle Containing the whole Unknowable.
In my first sleep I came to the river And looked down Through the clear water -
Reaching down arm-deep into bright water I gathered on white sand under waves Shells, drifted up on beaches where I alone Inhabit a finite world of years and days.
The End of Love
Now he is dead How should I know My true love's arms From wind and snow?
If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear,
Millenial Hymn to Lord Shiva
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over —
Where is the seed Of the tree felled, Of the forest burned, Or living root
From star to star, from sun and spring and leaf, And almost audible flowers whose sound is silence, And in the common meadows, springs the seed of life.
I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare Winters before I was born of song and story, Of spell or speech with power of oracle or invocation,
Primrose, anemone, bluebell, moss Grow in the Kingdom of the Cross And the ash-tree's purple bud
God in me is the fury on the bare heath God in me shakes the interior kingdom of my heaven. God in me is the fire wherein I burn.
This war's dead heroes, who has seen them? They rise in smoke above the burning city, Faint clouds, dissolving into sky —
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''I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.''Kathleen Raine (b. 1908), British poet. Times (London, April 18, 1992).
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Said the sun to the moon,
You cannot stay.
Says the moon to the waters,
All is flowing.
Says the fields to the grass,
Seed-time and harvest,
Chaff and grain.
You must change said,
Said the worm to the bud,
Though not to a rose,
That wings may rise
Borne on the wind.
You are changing
said death to the maiden, your wan face
To memory, to beauty.
Are you ready to change?
Says the thought to the heart, to let her pass
All your life long
For the ...