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A Chinese Idiom and Excerpts from

The Exodus and David

by

Bruce Phenix

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A CHINESE IDIOM

She smiled and showed uneven teeth.
Then through her words I glimpsed her soul,
which gleamed like polished jade beneath:
"The snow was deep - you brought me coal."

 

THE FIRST NINE PLAGUES
(from 'The Exodus')

Moses: Let my people go.
The Nile has turned to blood
and stained the fertile mud;
and no one safely drinks
while Egypt’s mother stinks
and teems with rotting fish.
Pharaoh, grant my wish.

Let my people go.
The land is green with frogs
from rivers, pools and bogs;
they sit upon your bed
and soil the dough and bread,
and none may sleep or eat.
Hear me, I repeat.

Let my people go.
The stroke of Aaron’s rod,
the finger-tap of God,
has conjured lice from dust
and from your pride, disgust.
On man and beast they spring.
Grant my wish, O King.

Let my people go.
Your homes are thick with flies
and Egypt, choking, dies;
they swarm around your throne
while God protects his own
and Goshen prospers, free.
Pharaoh, hear my plea.

Let my people go.
The Lord has touched your herds
and added deeds to words;
and camel, sheep and ass
are one afflicted mass,
while our beasts idly stray.
King, you must obey.

Let my people go.
The kiln-soot from my hand
has settled on the land;
its fine and festering grains
have blossomed into blains
on animal and man.
Hear me while you can.

Let my people go.
The hail has set its sting
in every growing thing
and shattered every tree,
while Goshen prospers, free,
with crops in every field.
King of Egypt, yield.

Let my people go.
The high wind from the east
has summoned guests to feast:
the dense black locust-shower
has settled to devour
and ravage Egypt’s green.
Pharaoh, intervene.

Let my people go.
The Lord’s unyielding might
has robbed your land of sight
and closed your father’s eye
and blackened Egypt’s sky.
Before the final blow,
Let my people go.

Excerpts from 'David'
DAVID WAITS FOR JONATHAN

Once more upon the city darkness fell,
and to the long, clear sounding of the horn
the first small crescent of the moon was born.
I knew no message would be brought at night,
and tossed and turned until the sun’s first light
appeared. The trumpets sounded as day broke
upon the city, and I saw the smoke
of ten whole-offerings the full-grown ram,
the strong young bull, the spotless yearling lamb -
whose soothing odour rose before the priest
with that of flour-and-oil cakes for each beast,
the half or third or quarter of a hin
of wine, and as an offering for sin
the single he-goat. While the altar burned,
I burned to hear some news, but that day learned
no more than that there was no news. I paced
around once more in anxious thought, then faced
another restless night, which slowly passed
and issued in the blood-red dawn. At last
I heard, with intermingled hope and fear,
the voices of two people drawing near -
the friend I could not greet that day with joy,
and with him, as our witness, a young boy.


SAUL DECIDES TO CONSULT

A MEDIUM

He wished to make inquiry of the Lord,
but Nob had felt the edge of Doeg’s sword,
and visions tossed him on his gilded couch
of silent Urim in their bloodstained pouch;
no company of prophets prophesied
since Samuel, the master-seer, had died;
and lately, at his own decree, had fled
all those who raised the spirits of the dead.
The sun and moon and planets gave no signs
of victory against the Philistines;
the sticks fell meaningless upon the earth,
and teraphim smiled on in silent mirth;
the victim’s liver showed no hopeful spots,
and fevered dreams and indecisive lots
left Saul to stare into the water-bowl
and see, alone, the medium’s control,
who might relieve, by her forbidden art,
the lonely desperation of his heart.


DAVID'S AND ISHBOSHETH'S FORCES MEET AT GIBEON

From Mahanaim, where the willow stoops
to drink the Jabbok, came my rival’s troops:
they marched with Abner down the long ravine
and crossed the Jordan where it winds between
Manasseh and the tribal lot of Gad,
then moved along the Arabah to add
a large contingent of Saul’s loyal kin,
who rallied from the hills of Benjamin.
My nephew Joab led my own troops out
in force from Hebron, so that none should doubt
the strength or the extent of David’s rule.
Our armies met at Gibeon, whose pool
lay like a vat of still fermenting wine
between them, as they waited for a sign
to fight. Then Joab, hearing Abner say,
I pray you, let the young men come and play
before us, answered, Let them; and they came,
twelve from each side, to play their deadly game.
They came up one by one, without a sound,
and made two rows of shadows on the ground;
then, leaning forward, toes dug in the dust,
each seized his fellow by the head and thrust
a dagger into his opponent’s side.
So twenty-four together fell and died,
and gave the place where they bled out their lives
its name from that time forth the Field of Knives.

 

RIZPAH'S VIGIL

As God and Gibeon required, they fell,
Saul’s grandsons and the seed of Adriel,
Saul’s sons Armoni and Mephibosheth:
they hurled them from the mountain to their death
at harvest-time when, in the years of rain,
the barley-fields are full of ripened grain,
and every stalk that lifts its hairy head
is sacrificed to make the poor man’s bread.
Then Rizpah, in her double widowhood,
forgetting beds of ivory and wood,
fine blankets, mattresses and pillows full
of cassia- and aloe-scented wool,
spread sackcloth on the rock and sat or lay
in vigil over them by night and day;
and from her hard, uncomfortable bed
her tear-filled eyes saw, rising overhead,
no terraced hills of frankincense and myrrh
but one bleak mountain where the moonlit fur
of dogs and jackals showed against the rock,
and where she heard the striped hyena mock
her tears with gurgling laughter in the night,
while in the day she watched the forked-tailed kite
make streaks of blood across the sky, and saw
the ravens gather with a black-tongued caw,
and vultures flock, their heads as bald as bones;
and all were scared away by shouts and stones
until the coming of the late-spring rains
to fall from heaven on the men’s remains.

DAVID'S ADULTERY WITH BATHSHEBA

Yes, late it was, one sultry afternoon
when war had laid men in their graves too soon,
while on the palace roof I slept away
the heat and boredom of an idle day.
Awaking from an un-refreshing doze
upon my couch, I yawned and stretched and rose.
The air that entered through the chamber’s door
and lattices felt cooler than before.
I went and paced the roof. The breeze was fresh.
My roving gaze picked out the gleam of flesh:
a woman, bathing in an inner court
I looked, and soon distraction turned to sport,
and sport to fascination and desire,
which set the marrow of my bones on fire.
Descending, I inquired the woman’s name.
Bathsheba, is it not? the answer came;
Eliam’s daughter and Uriah’s bride.
(Her father and her Hittite husband vied
in heroism in my special corps:
no doubt the arms Uriah bravely bore
had marked him as a fitting son-in-law.)
A daughter and a wife yet what I saw
was not the danger of a grievous sin
but water trickling down her smooth young skin.

NEWS OF ABSALOM'S DEATH

I told Ahimaaz to stand aside
and let the panting Cushite runner bring
the second message: Good news for the king!
The Lord God has avenged my lord this day
on all the rebels. I could only say,
The young man Absalom: is is all well?
May all who wish you harm and would rebel
against you be as that young man, he said.
My hopes of victory with mercy fled
as, in the shadow of the outer gate,
I mourned the son I was supposed to hate,
then carried with me to the room above
the heavy burden of regretful love;
and down my cheeks I felt the warm tears run
O Absalom, O Absalom my son!