I told him: The time
has come, I must be gone.
It is time to leave the circus and circus days,
The admissions, the menagerie, the drums,
Excitements of disappointment and praise.
In a suburb of the spirit I shall seize
The steady and exalted light of the sun,
And live there, out of the tension that decays,
Until I become a man alone of noon.
Heart said: Can you do
without your animals?
The looking, licking, smelling animals?
The friendly fumbling beast? The listening one?
That standing up and worst of animals?
What will become of you in the pure light
When all your enemies are gone, and gone
The inexhaustible prospect of the night?
--But the night is now
the body of my fear,
These animals are my distraction. Once
Let me escape the smells and cages here,
Once let me stand naked in the sun,
All these performances will be forgotten.
I shall concentrate in the sunlight there.
Said the conservative
Heart: Your animals
Are occupation, food for you, your love
And your immense responsibility;
They are the travellers by which you live,
(Without you they will pace and pine, or die.)
--I reared them,
tended them (I said) and still
They plague me, they will not perform, they run
Into forbidden corners, they fight, they steal.
Better to live like an artist in the sun.
--You are an animal
trainer, Heart replied.
Without your animals leaping at your side
No sun will save you, nor this bloodless pride.
--What must I do then?
Must I stay and work
With animals, and confront the night, in the circus?
--You learn from
animals. You learn in the dark.
John Berryman