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Subject "Auspice Of Jewels"
Posted by Christy Yip
Posted on Tue May 2 13:19:31 2000
From IP c549-17.svdcc.fju.edu.tw  

Auspice Of Jewels
They have connived at those jewelled fascinations
That to our hands and arms and ears
And heads and necks and feet
And all the winding stalk
Extended the mute spell of the face.

They have endowed the whole of us
With such a solemn gleaming
As in the dark of flesh-love
But the face at first did have.
We are studded with wide brilliance
As the world with towns and cities-
The travelling look builds capitals
Where the evasive eye may rest
Safe from the too immediate lodgement.

Obscure and bright these forms
Which as the women of their lingering thought
In slow translucence we have worn.
And the silent given glitter locks us
In a not false unplainness:
Have we ourselves been sure
What steady countenance to turn them?

Until now-when this passionate neglect
Of theirs, and our twinkling reluctance,
Are like the reader and the book
Whose fingers and whose pages have confided
But whose sight and sense
Meet in a chilly time of strangeness;
And it is once more early, anxious,
And so late, it is intolerably the same
Not speaking coruscation
That both we and they made endless, dream-long,
Lest be cruel to so much love
The closer shine of waking,
And what be said sound colder
Than the ghastly love-lisp.

Until now-when to go jewelled
We must despoil the drowsy masquerade
Where gloom of silk and gold
And glossy dazed adornments
Kept safe from flagrant realness
The forgeries of ourselves we were-
When to be alive as love feigned us
We must steal death and its wan splendours
From the women of their sighs we were.

For we are now otherwise luminous.
The light which was spent in jewels
Has performed upon the face
A gradual eclipse of recognition.
We have passed from plaintive visibility
Into total rareness,
And from this reunion of ourselves and them.
Under the snuffed lantern of time
Comes an astonished flash like truth
Or the unseen-unheard entrance of someone
Whom eyes and ears in their dotage
Have forgotton for dead or lost.

(And hury towards distracted glory,
Gemmed lady-pageants, bells on their hearts,
By restless knights attended
Whose maudlin plumes and pommels
Urge the adventure past return.)
Auspice Of Jewels
They have connived at those jewelled fascinations
That to our hands and arms and ears
And heads and necks and feet
And all the winding stalk
Extended the mute spell of the face.

They have endowed the whole of us
With such a solemn gleaming
As in the dark of flesh-love
But the face at first did have.
We are studded with wide brilliance
As the world with towns and cities-
The travelling look builds capitals
Where the evasive eye may rest
Safe from the too immediate lodgement.

Obscure and bright these forms
Which as the women of their lingering thought
In slow translucence we have worn.
And the silent given glitter locks us
In a not false unplainness:
Have we ourselves been sure
What steady countenance to turn them?

Until now-when this passionate neglect
Of theirs, and our twinkling reluctance,
Are like the reader and the book
Whose fingers and whose pages have confided
But whose sight and sense
Meet in a chilly time of strangeness;
And it is once more early, anxious,
And so late, it is intolerably the same
Not speaking coruscation
That both we and they made endless, dream-long,
Lest be cruel to so much love
The closer shine of waking,
And what be said sound colder
Than the ghastly love-lisp.

Until now-when to go jewelled
We must despoil the drowsy masquerade
Where gloom of silk and gold
And glossy dazed adornments
Kept safe from flagrant realness
The forgeries of ourselves we were-
When to be alive as love feigned us
We must steal death and its wan splendours
From the women of their sighs we were.

For we are now otherwise luminous.
The light which was spent in jewels
Has performed upon the face
A gradual eclipse of recognition.
We have passed from plaintive visibility
Into total rareness,
And from this reunion of ourselves and them.
Under the snuffed lantern of time
Comes an astonished flash like truth
Or the unseen-unheard entrance of someone
Whom eyes and ears in their dotage
Auspice Of Jewels
They have connived at those jewelled fascinations
That to our hands and arms and ears
And heads and necks and feet
And all the winding stalk
Extended the mute spell of the face.

They have endowed the whole of us
With such a solemn gleaming
As in the dark of flesh-love
But the face at first did have.
We are studded with wide brilliance
As the world with towns and cities-
The travelling look builds capitals
Where the evasive eye may rest
Safe from the too immediate lodgement.

Obscure and bright these forms
Which as the women of their lingering thought
In slow translucence we have worn.
And the silent given glitter locks us
In a not false unplainness:
Have we ourselves been sure
What steady countenance to turn them?

Until now-when this passionate neglect
Of theirs, and our twinkling reluctance,
Are like the reader and the book
Whose fingers and whose pages have confided
But whose sight and sense
Meet in a chilly time of strangeness;
And it is once more early, anxious,
And so late, it is intolerably the same
Not speaking coruscation
That both we and they made endless, dream-long,
Lest be cruel to so much love
The closer shine of waking,
And what be said sound colder
Than the ghastly love-lisp.

Until now-when to go jewelled
We must despoil the drowsy masquerade
Where gloom of silk and gold
And glossy dazed adornments
Kept safe from flagrant realness
The forgeries of ourselves we were-
When to be alive as love feigned us
We must steal death and its wan splendours
From the women of their sighs we were.

For we are now otherwise luminous.
The light which was spent in jewels
Has performed upon the face
A gradual eclipse of recognition.
We have passed from plaintive visibility
Into total rareness,
And from this reunion of ourselves and them.
Under the snuffed lantern of time
Comes an astonished flash like truth
Or the unseen-unheard entrance of someone
Whom eyes and ears in their dotage
Have forgotton for dead or lost.

(And hury towards distracted glory,
Gemmed lady-pageants, bells on their hearts,
By restless knights attended
Whose maudlin plumes and pommels
Urge the adventure past return.)


Marxist idea in "Auspice Of Jewels"
Laura Riding used "Jewels" to indicate that women were suppressed by men. She step by step critized that women were deeply influenced by men and social judgements. Similar to the capitalists, men had put those restrictions and social values upon women as a matter of ideology. We can observe that women totally lost their self-identity after affected by the values and ideology of men.
"Jewel" represented the restrictions and judgements that men gave upon women. It was just like "the mute spell", which fascinated women from head to toe. To show the power over women, men gave jewels to women to make them silence. Moreover, "They have endowed the whole of us with such a gleamingˇK". The poet claimed that men 'endowed' restrictions upon women that gave a sense of superior supressing the inferior. In fact, women were traditionally dominated by men. However, these traditional thinking has controlled women and covered their inner beauty, "the face at first did have".
"We are studded with wide brillianceˇKcities." Women were decorated or acted according to men's will. And this was compared with "towns and cities", which were constructed by human. It also portrayed a fixed image of women that was created by men. Because of this ideology, women dared not to get rid of these fixed imaged because they were already lost the self-awareness. Women changed into "capitals" because men were liked the travelers. They never stayed at a fixed place like 'capital'. Therefore, women would decorate as to have an attractive outlook for pleasing men.
"Obscure and bright these formsˇKtheir lingering thoughtˇK" Finally the restrictions changed their apprearence and made them confusing about self-identity, also 'lingering' what they really want. "And the silent given glitter locks us in a not false unplainness". The poet implied that the traditional thinking has locked women's thought and inner 'plainness'. The complicate used of words emphasized the contradictory thoughts inside women. Whether they should use the 'decorated face' of the real side to face men? But it seemed that they didn't really have a choice to change this dilemma situation because they had already lost their self-awareness. "That to our hands and arms and ears and ˇKthe face", the repetition use of 'and ' emphasis how powerful of these 'jewels' had prevailed among women. From this, we know that how successful that man got their superior status in the society by fascinating and controlling women with the ideology.
On the other hand, the poet reminded women to think about themselves and to have self-identity. "We must despoil the drowsy masqueradeˇKkeep safe from flagrant realness the forgeries of ourselves we wereˇK" she pointed out that the main way to destroy the false consciousness is to have self-awareness. The true beauty of women was to get rid of these unreal 'decoration' and to be themselves.



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