Today marks the 100 year anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. Something about this great tragedy captivates the world’s imagination and refuses to be forgotten. Spending today with Susan watching all the specials on the sinking makes me feel sadness for the high number of human life lost. The wreck also causes me to see the arrogance people have on our ability to create and destroy like Gods.
The following is a poem about the Titanic from Thomas Hardy, taken from the website http://www.melodylane.net/ianwhitcomb/twainpoem.html (Accessed on April 15, 2012).
The Convergence of the Twain
Thomas Hardy – 1912
(Lines on the loss of the “Titanic”)
I
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
II
Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.
III
Over the mirrors meant
To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.
IV
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.
V
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: “What does this vaingloriousness down here?”. . .
VI
Well: while was fashioning
This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything
VII
Prepared a sinister mate
For her — so gaily great —
A Shape of Ice, for the time fat and dissociate.
VIII
And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.
IX
Alien they seemed to be:
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history.
X
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one August event,
XI
Till the Spinner of the Years
Said “Now!” And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.