Gustave Dore's Sketchbook

is a poem cycle I'm beginning that joins my love of visual art and classical literature. Gustave Dore (b. 1832-1883) illustrated scores of literary masterpieces including Paradise Lost, Idylls of the King, The Divine Comedy and Rime of the Ancient Mariner. I purchased a book not so long ago that presents his illustrations alongside thirteen of these literary works, and just recently the thought occurred to me to make use of this edition by taking certain selections and writing my own poems based on the original works. I foresee the poem cycle as an assemblage of literary classics, each a fragment from a larger work, placed into a context of my own creation and its development, but reflecting the Romantic style of Dore's illustrations, and the styles of the authors from which each poem will take its inspiration.

The first poem of my cycle is based on "Geraint and Enid," from Alfred, Lord Tennyson's Idylls of the King. The poem follows lines 314-344 of "Geraint and Enid". I use the stanzaic structure of the original poem as well as employ some of the exact words or lines in the original.

Then Lethe awoke and stood before his bed,

he didn't know if it was early morning

or if the shadows on the floor meant night.

he looked and saw that all was ruinous

here sulked an unfed plant and here

the milk for the cats, licked to the last

drop, like a plate of steel burnished with neglect,

like a bowl that remains empty for weeks,

and the carpets collected parts of insects,

wings, antennas, torsos, trapped

by monstrous dust while brown stems

grew along the wallpaper and made a map

of bifurcations, and looked like a deserted

territory some poet once dreamed up.

And while he waited in the living room,

the voice of Rosalind, Lethe's mother, spoke

directly from the pencil drawing he hung

on the wall beside the door, and the voice

confounded him, as an unprotected child

whose parents have marooned him in the night,

becomes startled and thinks what other person

could be trudging through the rooms, whose nerves

begin to quiver with the slightest noise he hears,

so the voice of Rosalind shook Lethe;

and made him like a prisoner who jumps

at the sound of keys rattling when the guard appears

and lifts him out of a cold, unwanted bed,

so the shock passed through Lethe, who thought,

"Here is my dead mother."

We are attracted to the infinite

for the moment it lasts

something like the mathematics of miracles or continuous space

we sense it under every mundane awareness

we seize it once or twice

I imagine we're split into particles

each a smaller copy of the whole

we undergo a transformation

with our sudden sprawling capacity

we define an infinite goal

we are not the size of our own height

but the size of what we see

and it may seem foolish to even talk about

these moments

but we're tessellated and amplified

with electricity buzzing through us

even when the infinite seems improbable and distant

we're two mirrors exactly

parallel with our dreams

nesting a shared intuition

that must be discrete.

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