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- THE STATUES
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- PYTHAGORAS planned it. Why did the people stare?
- His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move
- In marble or in bronze, lacked character.
- But boys and girls, pale from the imagined love
- Of solitary beds, knew what they were,
- That passion could bring character enough,
- And pressed at midnight in some public place
- Live lips upon a plummet-measured face.
- No! Greater than Pythagoras, for the men
- That with a mallet or a chisel" modelled these
- Calculations that look but casual flesh, put down
- All Asiatic vague immensities,
- And not the banks of oars that swam upon
- The many-headed foam at Salamis.
- Europe put off that foam when Phidias
- Gave women dreams and dreams their looking-glass.
- One image crossed the many-headed, sat
- Under the tropic shade, grew round and slow,
- No Hamlet thin from eating flies, a fat
- Dreamer of the Middle Ages. Empty eyeballs knew
- That knowledge increases unreality, that
- Mirror on mirror mirrored is all the show.
- When gong and conch declare the hour to bless
- Grimalkin crawls to Buddha's emptiness.
- When Pearse summoned Cuchulain to his side.
- What stalked through the post Office? What intellect,
- What calculation, number, measurement, replied?
- We Irish, born into that ancient sect
- But thrown upon this filthy modern tide
- And by its formless spawning fury wrecked,
- Climb to our proper dark, that we may trace
- The lineaments of a plummet-measured face.
- April 9,
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