Victory at Midway |
Archipelago |
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One very pleasant evening in September, directly after returning to New York from the
Pacific, we dined with our friends and neighbors, the poet and his wifethe William
Rose Benéts. Drawn out by sympathetic listeners, I talked of sights, sounds and scents of
the Pacific, and took off in pantomime the awkward antics of the sea birds ashore, ending
up by mimicking their cries. Naturally I spoke only of the war in generalities, trying to
give a picture of harsh violence in soft, lazy climates.
A few days later, this poem arrived in the mail, with a short note saying, Never
tell one of those writer guys anything! I reproduce it with much temerity, a
stunning thing in a humble setting.
ARCHIPELAGO
Today we think of islands. . . .
Yellow sand-spots, the artist said.
Sea that unbelievable parrot green. . .
and the goonies, the goody-birds, with their deafening
clack-gaggle clattering racket wide-wing-planing
always aloft or braking for a landing!
Specks the islands in the enormous flow
and welter of the lavish elements. . . .
Its where the world ends
the place for jumping off
the Alexander Selkirk solitude. . .
wings of a dove . . . the sea-fowl in her nest . . .
Robinson Crusoe with his nanny-goat. . . .
And then the first apparent enemy hulls
rising beyond the sea line the vibration
loudening fading of planes . . the far sea-battling
over the horizon by remote control. . . .
Crash of anti-aircraft whine of torpedo-planes
assault like Midway with their carriers swinging
to dodge the babies from our bomb-bay doors
Waterspouts like whales blowing shot-silk
of sky and sea ripped by the flash and crash
and sound and flame. . .
Aloof the islands lie . . .
Wake that the indomitable four hundred
leathernecks held and held for fourteen days. . . .
Midway the Marshalls spawn-swarm of
Micronesia...
the Marianas that Magellan found . . .
Our Mindanao Davao musical names . . .
Luzon that held Bataan Corregidor
names more than musketry and cannonade . . .
the spread of equatorial Melanesia
down to Australia and the Coral Sea. . . .
God made big islands too He made Australia. . . .
and the Carolines in never-ending June. . . .
But now it is beach-heads held or beach-heads taken.
Fleets now of monster birds with metal wings
and doom-filled bellies and all that endless ocean
studded with island ambush. . . .
Over the surf
of the coral reef the goonies bank and veer
and crawk and cry or shake their mating dance
awkwardly silhouetted against a sun
that rose in red once and that sets in blood
slowly slowly under the long sea line. . .
Today
far islands that are very near.
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WILLIAM ROSE BENÉT From "Free World", October, 1942 |
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