My Father in the Night Commanding No

By Louis Simpson 1923–2012 Louis Simpson
My father in the night commanding No
Has work to do. Smoke issues from his lips;   
      He reads in silence.
The frogs are croaking and the street lamps glow.

And then my mother winds the gramophone;   
The Bride of Lammermoor begins to shriek—
      Or reads a story—
About a prince, a castle, and a dragon.

The moon is glittering above the hill.
I stand before the gateposts of the King—
      So runs the story
Of Thule, at midnight when the mice are still.

And I have been in Thule! It has come true—
The journey and the danger of the world,   
      All that there is
To bear and to enjoy, endure and do.

Landscapes, seascapes ... where have I been led?   
The names of cities—Paris, Venice, Rome—
      Held out their arms.
A feathered god, seductive, went ahead.

Here is my house. Under a red rose tree   
A child is swinging; another gravely plays.   
      They are not surprised
That I am here; they were expecting me.

And yet my father sits and reads in silence,   
My mother sheds a tear, the moon is still,   
      And the dark wind
Is murmuring that nothing ever happens.

Beyond his jurisdiction as I move
Do I not prove him wrong? And yet, it’s true   
      They will not change
There, on the stage of terror and of love.

The actors in that playhouse always sit   
In fixed positions—father, mother, child
      With painted eyes.
How sad it is to be a little puppet!

Their heads are wooden. And you once pretended   
To understand them! Shake them as you will,   
      They cannot speak.
Do what you will, the comedy is ended.

Father, why did you work? Why did you weep,   
Mother? Was the story so important?
      “Listen!” the wind
Said to the children, and they fell asleep.

Louis Simpson, “My Father in the Night Commanding No” from The Owner of the House: New Collected Poems 1940-2001. Copyright © 2003 by Louis Simpson. Reprinted with the permission of BOA Editions, Ltd., www.boaeditions.org.

Source: Collected Poems (BOA Editions Ltd., 1988)

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Poet Louis Simpson 1923–2012

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Family & Ancestors, Home Life, Youth, Living, Relationships

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Poet, editor, translator, and critic Louis Simpson was born in 1923, in Jamaica, to Scottish and Russian parents. A contemporary of Confessional poets like Robert Lowell, John Berryman, and Sylvia Plath, Simpson’s early work followed a familiar arc. In the New York Times Book Review, critic David Orr noted its highlights: “Simpson has followed a path lined with signposts sunk so deep in our nation's poetic terra firma that . . .

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SUBJECT Family & Ancestors, Home Life, Youth, Living, Relationships

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

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