And Now a Word from Your Local Logos: Charles Olson's "Love I"
I have believed (in the sense of obdurate hunch) that the best proofs of God in the early stage of our lives, when the thirst for him seems more a curse than a blessing, comes in a satiety of poems which proclaim that we are not made in love--but made of love. This is the primal, preceding presence we find--first as Holy Ghost which visits us, then merged with it as perfect host seeing to needs of the guests (one of which we once were). The party of the ways moves to our time and place. The sense of emergency that has governed our lives becomes emergence. We live in what poet Abdal-Hayy calls "the ecstatic exchange"--the endless procession of things as, in their highest and best use, proofs of God. At such times, Love is known and many of its characteristics declared and described. Here is one such proclamation of love as joyous, manifest Tao by Charles Olson, written around 1955, and proof that Transcendentalism was fully extant in modern-day America.
LOVE I
For that it is love and covers us
out of all the ports
For that it is not easily seen, apparently,
and is known only to those who know it.
For that it is excessive.
For that it does not yield
to anything else.
For that it keeps us
clean.
For that the hair on the head
is part of it,
for that desire knows only one end.
For that love is restless in all its other
proceedings,
however much those proceedings make possible
the end of desire
For that the beloved is ever
in one's thought.
for that this is the grace
which falls from love
For that we are clothed by it,
for that we are strengthened.
For that the feet return to be child's
feet, that is,
as hands are
For that it tears rampant
at all ports
For that it is transparent.
For that it makes each of us
lucid
For that it heightens.
For that it lightens
For that it makes a society of its own
that is only that membership,
that all others are to be wept for,
to be so bereft
For that to celebrate it
is to make it sound too easy
For it is not hornpipes, it glanceth
and so it throws its colors over anything.
For that it is not easily taken.
For that it takes.
For that what you give, you get everything
back
For that it is abundant
as nothing else is
For that it changes
the core
For that one does not live
except in its obedience
For that where it is,
life is,
and without it
there is retraction
For that the voice of love
is in the voice,
for that the eyes of love
are the eyes.
For that it does not hide,
it is in all things.
For the pity of love
is that there are those who do not love.
For all those who want it,
there is want.
For all those who will not,
there is will.
For all those who fail it,
there is failure
For all those,
love goes to them and says
love
For that all may love,
love is.
For that it has this periphery.
For that its center
is so available,
for that its center
is what all wants
For that love may be more known.
--The Collected Poems of Charles Olson, pages 370-2.
LOVE I
For that it is love and covers us
out of all the ports
For that it is not easily seen, apparently,
and is known only to those who know it.
For that it is excessive.
For that it does not yield
to anything else.
For that it keeps us
clean.
For that the hair on the head
is part of it,
for that desire knows only one end.
For that love is restless in all its other
proceedings,
however much those proceedings make possible
the end of desire
For that the beloved is ever
in one's thought.
for that this is the grace
which falls from love
For that we are clothed by it,
for that we are strengthened.
For that the feet return to be child's
feet, that is,
as hands are
For that it tears rampant
at all ports
For that it is transparent.
For that it makes each of us
lucid
For that it heightens.
For that it lightens
For that it makes a society of its own
that is only that membership,
that all others are to be wept for,
to be so bereft
For that to celebrate it
is to make it sound too easy
For it is not hornpipes, it glanceth
and so it throws its colors over anything.
For that it is not easily taken.
For that it takes.
For that what you give, you get everything
back
For that it is abundant
as nothing else is
For that it changes
the core
For that one does not live
except in its obedience
For that where it is,
life is,
and without it
there is retraction
For that the voice of love
is in the voice,
for that the eyes of love
are the eyes.
For that it does not hide,
it is in all things.
For the pity of love
is that there are those who do not love.
For all those who want it,
there is want.
For all those who will not,
there is will.
For all those who fail it,
there is failure
For all those,
love goes to them and says
love
For that all may love,
love is.
For that it has this periphery.
For that its center
is so available,
for that its center
is what all wants
For that love may be more known.
--The Collected Poems of Charles Olson, pages 370-2.