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9. The Tower. 10. The Presumptuous. 11. The Average. 12. Vocation. 13. The Useful. 14. The Way. 15. The Lucky. 16. The Hero
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9. The Tower
This is architecture for the odd;
Thus heaven was attacked by the afraid,
So once, unconsciously, a virgin made
Her maiden head conspicuous to a god.
Here on dark nights while worlds of triumph sleep
Lost Love in abstract speculation burns,
And exiled Will to politics returns
In epic verse that lets its traitors weep.
Yet many come to wish their tower a well;
For those who dread to drown of thirst may die,
For those who see all become invisible:
Here great magicians caught in their own spell
Long for a natural climate as they sigh
" Beware of Magic" to the passer-by.
10. The Presumptuous
They noticed that virginity was needed
To trap the unicorn in every case,
But not that, of those virgins who succeeded,
A high percentage had an ugly face.
The hero was as daring as they thought him,
But his peculiar boyhood missed them all;
The angel of a broken leg had taught him
The right precautions to avoid a fall.
So in presumption they set forth alone
On what, for them, was not compulsory:
And stuck halfway to settle in some cave
With desert lions to domesticity;
Or turned aside to be absurdly brave,
And met the ogre and were turned to stone.
11. The Average
His peasant parents killed themselves with toil
To let their darling leave a stingy soil
For any of those smart professions which
Encourage shallow breathing, and grow rich.
The pressure of their fond ambition made
Their shy and country-loving child afraid
No sensible career was good enough,
Only a hero could deserve such love.
So here he was without maps or supplies,
A hundred miles from any decent town;
The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes;
The silence roared displeasure: looking down,
He saw the shadow of an Average Man
Attempting the Exceptional, and ran.
12. Vocation
Incredulous, he stared at the amused
Official writing down his name among
Those whose request to suffer was refused.
The pen ceased scratching: though he came too late
To join the martyrs, there was still a place
Among the tempters for a caustic tongue
To test the resolution of the young
With tales of the small failings of the great,
And shame the eager with ironic praise
Though mirrors might be hateful for a while,
Women and books should teach his middle age
The fencing wit of an informal style
To keep the silences at bay and cage
His pacing manias in a worldly smile.
13. The Useful
The over-logical fell for the witch
Whose argument converted him to stone;
Thieves rapidly absorbed the over-rich;
The over-popular went mad alone,
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And kisses brutalized the over-male.
As agents their effectiveness soon ceased;
Yet, in proportion as they seemed to fail,
Their instrumental value was increased
To those still able to obey their wish.
By standing stones the blind can feel their way,
Wild dogs compel the cowardly to fight,
Beggars assist the slow to travel light,
And even madmen manage to convey
Unwelcome truths in lonely gibberish.
14. The Way
Fresh addenda are published every day
To the encyclopedia of the Way.
Linguistic notes and scientific explanations
And texts for schools with modernized spelling and illustrations.
Now everyone knows the hero must choose the old horse,
Abstain from liquor and sexual intercourse,
And look out for a stranded fish to be kind to:
Now everyone thinks he could find, had he a mind to,
The way through the waste to the chapel in the rock
For a vision of the Triple Rainbow or the Astral Clock
Forgetting his information comes mostly from married men
Who liked fishing and a flutter on the horses now and then
And how reliable can any truth be that is got
By observing oneself and then just inserting a Not?
15. The Lucky
Suppose he'd listened to the erudite committee,
He would have only found where not to look;
Suppose his terrier when he whistled had obeyed,
It would not have unearthed the buried city;
Suppose he had dismissed the careless maid,
The cryptogram would not have fluttered from the book.
" It was not I, " he cried as, healthy and astounded,
He stepped across a predecessor's skull;
" A nonsense jingle simply came into my head
And left the intellectual Sphinx dumbfounded;
I won the Queen because my hair was red;
The terrible adventure is a little dull. "
Hence Failure's torment: " Was I doomed in any case,
Or would I not have failed had I believed in Grace? "
16. The Hero
Не parried every question that they hurled:
" What did the Emperor tell you? " " Not to push"
" What is the greatest wonder of the world? "
" The bare man Nothing in the Beggar's Bush. "
Some muttered, " He is cagey for effect.
A hero owes a duty to his fame.
He looks too like a grocer for respect. "
Soon they slipped back into his Christian name.
The only difference that could be seen
From those who'd never risked their lives at all
Was his delight in details and routine.
For he was always glad to mow the grass,
Pour liquids from large bottles into small,
Or look at clouds through bits of colored glass.
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