Johannes Carl Andersen

(14 March 1873 - 19 June 1962 / Klakring, Jutland)

Maui Victor


Unhewn in quarry lay the Parian stone,
   Ere hands, god-guided, of Praxiteles
Might shape the Cnidian Venus. Long ungrown
   The ivory was which, chiselled, robbed of ease
   Pygmalion, sculptor-lover. Now are these,
The stone and ivory, immortal made.
   The golden apples of Hesperides
Shall never, scattered, in blown dust be laid,
   Till Time, the dragon-guard, has lived his last decade.

The Cnidian Venus, Galatea's shape,
   A wondering world beheld, as we behold, --
Here, in blest isles beyond the stormy Cape,
   Where man the new land dowers with the old,
   Are neither marble shapes nor fruits of gold,
Nor white-limbed maidens, queened enchantress-wise;
   Here, Nature's beauties no vast ruins enfold,
No glamour fills her such as 'wildering lies
Where Mediterranean waters laugh to Grecian skies.

Acropolis with figure group and frieze,
   Parthenon, Temple, concepts born divine,
Where in these Isles are wonders great as these?
   Unquarried lies the stone in teeming mine,
   Bare is the land of sanctuary and shrine;
But though frail hands no god-like record set
   Great Nature's powers are lavish, and combine
In mountain dome, ice-glancing minaret,
Deep fiord, fiery fountain and lake with tree-wove carcanet.

And though the dusky race that to and fro,
   Like their own shades, pass by and leave no trace,
No age-contemning works from quick brain throw,
   They still have left what Time shall not efface, --
   The legends of an isolated race.
Not vainly Maui strove; no, not in vain
   He dared the old Mother of Death and her embrace:
That mankind might go free, he suffered pain --
And death he boldly dared, eternal life to gain.

Not death but dormancy the old womb has known,
   New love shall quicken it, new life attain:
These legends old in ivory and stone
   Shall live their recreated life again, --
   Shall wake, like Galatea, to joy and pain.
Legends and myths and wonders; what are these
   But glittering mines that long unworked have lain?
A Homer shall unlock with magic keys
Treasure for some antipodean Praxiteles!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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