(It Must Hurt)
In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt—a wind to freeze;
Sad patience—joyous energies;
Humility—yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity—reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob’s mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel—Art.
From: Timoleon, 1891
Image: Matthew Camirand: Herman Melville Tattoo, March 18, 2008.
See Tara Kathleen Murphy: Angels in Music and Art.