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V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces	-1
After the frosty silence in the gardens	0
After the agony in stony places	1
The shouting and the crying	2
Prison and palace and reverberation	3
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains	4
He who was living is now dead	5
We who were living are now dying	6
With a little patience	7
Here is no water but only rock	8
Rock and no water and the sandy road	9
The road winding above among the mountains	10
Which are mountains of rock without water	11
If there were water we should stop and drink	12
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think	13
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand	14
If there were only water amongst the rock	15
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit	16
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit	17
There is not even silence in the mountains	18
But dry sterile thunder without rain	19
There is not even solitude in the mountains	20
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl	21
From doors of mudcracked houses	22
If there were water	23
And no rock	24
If there were rock	25
And also water	26
And water	27
A spring	28
A pool among the rock	29
If there were the sound of water only	30
Not the cicada	31
And dry grass singing	32
But sound of water over a rock	33
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees	34
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop	35
But there is no water	36
Who is the third who walks always beside you?	37
When I count, there are only you and I together	38
But when I look ahead up the white road	39
There is always another one walking beside you	40
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded	41
I do not know whether a man or a woman	42
- But who is that on the other side of you?	43
What is that sound high in the air	44
Murmur of maternal lamentation	45
Who are those hooded hordes swarming	46
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth	47
Ringed by the flat horizon only	48
What is the city over the mountains	49
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air	50
Falling towers	51
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria	52
Vienna London	53
Unreal	54
A woman drew her long black hair out tight	55
And fiddled whisper music on those strings	56
And bats with baby faces in the violet light	57
Whistled, and beat their wings	58
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall	59
And upside down in air were towers	60
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours	61
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.	62
In this decayed hole among the mountains	63
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing	64
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel	65
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.	66
It has no windows, and the door swings,	67
Dry bones can harm no one.	68
Only a cock stood on the rooftree	69
Co co rico co co rico	70
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust	71
Bringing rain	72
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves	73
Waited for rain, while the black clouds	74
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.	75
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.	76
Then spoke the thunder	77
DA	78
Datta: what have we given?	79
My friend, blood shaking my heart	80
The awful daring of a moment's surrender	81
Which an age of prudence can never retract	82
By this, and this only, we have existed	83
Which is not to be found in our obituaries	84
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider	85
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor	86
In our empty rooms	87
DA	88
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key	89
Turn in the door once and turn once only	90
We think of the key, each in his prison	91
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison	92
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours	93
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus	94
DA	95
Damyata: The boat responded	96
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar	97
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded	98
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient	99
To controlling hands	100
I sat upon the shore	101
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me	102
Shall I at least set my lands in order?	103
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down	104
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina	105
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow	106
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie	107
These fragments I have shored against my ruins	108
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.	109
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.	110
Shantih    shantih    shantih	111

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