Captive of the White City, The *

Ina D. Coolbrith 1841 ( Nauvoo, Illinoi) – 1928 ( Oakland)



Flower of the foam of the waves
    Of the beautiful inland sea, -
White as the foam that laves
    The ships of the Sea-Kings past, -
         Marvel of human hands,
    Wonderful, mystical, vast,
        The great White City stands;
    And the banners of all the lands
    Are free on the western breeze,
        Free as the West is free.

And the throngs go up and down
In the streets of the wonderful town
    In brotherly love and grace, -
Children of every zone
The light of the sun has known:
        And there in the Midway Place,
    In the House of the Unhewn Trees,
There in the surging crowd,
Silent, and stern, and proud,
        Sits Rain-in-the-Face!

Why is the captive here?
Is the hour of the Lord so near
When slayer and slain shall meet
In the place of the Judgment seat
    For the word of the last decree?
    Ah, what is the word to be?
For the beautiful City stands
On the Red Man’s wrested lands, **
        The home of the fated race;
And the ghostly shadow falls
Over the trophied walls ***
    Of the House of the Unhewn Tree,
        In the pleasant Midway Place.
There is blood on the broken door,
Ther is blood on the broken floor,
Blood on your bronzed hands,
        O Rain-in-the-Face.
        Shut from the sunlit air,
Like a sun-god overthrown,
    The soldier, Custer, lies.
Dust is the sun-kissed hair,
    Dust are the dauntless eyes,
Dust and name alone; -
    While the wife holds watch with grief
    For the never-returning chief.
What if she walked to-day
In the City’s pleasant way,
    The beautiful Midway Place,
    And there to her sudden gaze,
Dimmed with her widow’s tears,
    After the terrible years,
    Stood Rain-in-the-Face!

Quench with a dropp of dew
From the morning’s cloudless blue
    The prairies’ burning plains-
    The seas of seething flame;
Turn from its awful path
The tempest, in its wrath;
    Lure from his jungle-lair
    The tiger, crouching there
For the leap on his sighted prey:
    Then seek as well to tame
The hate in the Red Man’s veins,
His tiger-thirst to cool,
    In the hour of the evil day
When his foe before him stands!

From the wrongs of the White Man’s rule
Blood only may wash the trace.
Alas, for the death-heaped slain!
Alas for your blood-stained hands,
    O Rain-in-the-Face!

And the throngs go up, go down,
In the streets of the wonderful town;
And jests of the merry tongue,
And the dance, and the glad songs sung,
    Ring through the sunlit space.
And there, in the wild, free breeze,
In the House of the Unhewn Trees,
    In the beautiful Midway Place,
        The captive sits apart,
        Silent, and makes no sign.
        But what is the word in your heart,
    O man of a dying race?
    What tale on your lips for mine,
        O Rain-in-the-Face?
               

*  “The White City” was the name given to the Columbian Exposition in Chicago,1893. The man who killed General Custer on the Little Bighorn was displayed in the Midway Plaisance of the fair. He sat, under guard, in a log cabin brought from Montana and reportedly owned by Sitting Bull, the same cabin in which that chief and his son had been killed.
** The Indians claim that the Land upon which Chicago is built was never fully paid for.
*** ”The walls were hung with relics of the fight” (Coolbrith’s note)

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Ina D. Coolbrith

Ina Donna Coolbrith (March 10, 1841 – February 29, 1928) was an American poet, writer, librarian, and a prominent figure in the San Francisco Bay Area literary community. Called the "Sweet Singer of California", she was the first California Poet Laureate and the first poet laureate of any American state. Coolbrith, born the niece of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints founder Joseph Smith, left the Mormon community as a child to enter her teens in Los Angeles, California, where she began to publish poetry. She terminated a youthful failed marriage to make her home in San Francisco, and met writers Bret Harte and Charles Warren Stoddard with whom she formed the "Golden Gate Trinity" closely associated with the literary journal Overland Monthly. Her poetry received positive notice from critics and established poets such as Mark Twain, Ambrose Bierce and Alfred Lord Tennyson. She held literary salons at her home in Russian Hill—in this way she introduced new writers to publishers. Coolbrith befriended the poet Joaquin Miller and helped him gain global fame. While Miller toured Europe and lived out their mutual dream of visiting Lord Byron's tomb, Coolbrith was saddled with custody of his daughter and the care of members of her own family. As a result, she came to reside in Oakland and accepted the position of city librarian. Her poetry suffered as a result of her long work hours, but she mentored a generation of young readers including Jack London and Isadora Duncan. After she served for 19 years, Oakland's library patrons called for reorganization, and Coolbrith was fired. She moved back to San Francisco and was invited by members of the Bohemian Club to be their librarian. Coolbrith began to write a history of California literature, including much autobiographical material, but the fire following the 1906 San Francisco earthquake consumed her work. Author Gertrude Atherton and Coolbrith's Bohemian Club friends helped set her up again in a new house, and she resumed writing and holding literary salons. She traveled by train to New York City several times and, with fewer worldly cares, greatly increased her poetry output. On June 30, 1915, Coolbrith was named California's poet laureate, and she continued to write poetry for eight more years. Her style was more than the usual melancholic or uplifting themes expected of women—she included a wide variety of subjects in her poems, which were noted as being "singularly sympathetic" and "palpably spontaneous". Her sensuous descriptions of natural scenes advanced the art of Victorian poetry to incorporate greater accuracy without trite sentiment, foreshadowing the Imagist school and the work of Robert Frost. California poet laureate Carol Muske-Dukes wrote of Coolbrith's poems that, though they "were steeped in a high tea lavender style", influenced by a British stateliness, "California remained her inspiration."  more…

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