February After being struck by illness, Helen loses both her sight and hearing.
As Miss Keller developed the thought, her style became dithyrambic, and made a poetical chant which stood out from the prose. Her friends advised her to take the passage out and reshape it into a loose stanzaic structure.
The original passage began with a quotation from Job, the idea being that Job lived through affliction and darkness to win new faith, and that there is yet another faith which finds joy in the midst of darkness. Miss Keller's lines are seen to be a blending of her imagination with passages from Job and, to a less extent, from modern poets.
The quotations from Job are the foundation from which springs Miss Keller's own chant of faith, the text on which she has constructed her poem with a definite autobiographic intention.
The secret of God is upon our tabernacle; Into His mystery I dare not pry. Only this I know: Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, And in a little time we shall return again Into the vast, unanswering dark. In thy solemn spaces, beyond the human eye, God fashioned His universe; laid the foundations of the earth, Laid the measure thereof, and stretched the line upon it; Shut up the sea with doors, and made the glory Of the clouds a covering for it; Commanded His morning, and, behold!
In thy silent depths, the springs whereof man hath not fathomed, God wrought the soul of man. Tenderly, as shadows to the evening, comes thy message to man. Softly thou Helen keller out of the dark essays thy hand on his tired eyelids, And his soul, weary and homesick, returns Unto thy soothing embrace.
In thy mystery thou hidest the light That is the soul's life. Upon thy solitary shores I walk unafraid; I dread no evil; though I walk in the valley of the shadow, I shall not know the ecstasy of fear When gentle Death leads me through life's open door, When the bands of night are sundered, And the day outpours its light.
The timid soul, fear-driven, shuns the dark; But upon the cheeks of him who must abide in shadow Breathes the wind of rushing angel-wings, And round him falls a light from unseen fires.
Magical beams glow athwart the darkness; Paths of beauty wind through his black world To another world of light, Where no veil of sense shuts him out from Paradise. To the lone exile who must dwell with thee Though art benign and friendly; From the harsh world thou dost shut him in; To him thou whisperest the secrets of the wondrous night; Upon him thou bestowest regions wide and boundless as his spirit; Thou givest a glory to all humble things; With thy hovering pinions thou coverest all unlovely objects; Under thy brooding wings there is peace.
II Once in regions void of light I wandered; In blank darkness I stumbled, And fear led me by the hand; My feet pressed earthward, By many shapeless terrors of the night affrighted, To the wakeful day I held out beseeching arms.
Then came Love, bearing in her hand The torch that is the light unto my feet, And softly spoke Love: Hast thou entered into the treasures of the night? Search out thy blindness. It holdeth Riches past computing. My eager fingers searched out the mysteries, The splendors, the inmost sacredness, of things, And in the vacancies discerned With spiritual sense the fullness of life; And the gates of Day stood wide.
I am shaken with gladness; My limbs tremble with joy; My heart and the earth Tremble with happiness; Is abroad in the world. Knowledge hath uncurtained heaven; On the uttermost shores of darkness there is light; Midnight hath sent forth a beam! The blind that stumbled in darkness without light Behold a new day!
In the obscurity gleams the star of Thought; Imagination hath a luminous eye, And the mind hath a glorious vision. III "The man is blind. What is life to him? A closed book held up against a sightless face. Would that he could see Yon beauteous star, and know For one transcendent moment The palpitating joy of sight!
Behold it In the upward fight Of the unfettered spirit! Hast thou Seen thought bloom in the blind child's face? Hast thou seen his mind grow, Like the running dawn, to grasp The vision of the Master? It was the miracle of inward sight. In the realms of wonderment where I dwell I explore life with my hands; I recognize, and am happy; My fingers are ever athirst for the earth, And drink up its wonders with delight, Draw out earth's dear delights; My feet are charged with murmur, The throb, of all things that grow.
This is touch, this quivering, This flame, this ether, This glad rush of blood, This daylight in my heart, This glow of sympathy in my palms!
Thou blind, loving, all-prying touch, Thou openest the book of life to me. The noiseless little noises of earth Come with softest rustle; The shy, sweet feet of life; The silky flutter of moth-wings Against my restraining palm; The strident beat of insect-wings, The silvery trickle of water; Little breezes busy in the summer grass; The music of crisp, whisking, scurrying leaves, The swirling, wind-swept, frost-tinted leaves; The crystal splash of summer rain, Saturate with the odors of the sod.Out of the Dark; Essays, Letters, and Addresses on Physical and Social Vision by Helen Keller Keller, Helen () Garden City, N.
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