A Selected Poems of James Merrill (1926-1995) is now available in paperback, edited by J. D. McClatchy and Stephen Yenser. As ever, his range astounds, and the poem below, from 1985, reminds us how timeless and timely his work is.
Page from the Koran
A small vellum environment
Overrun by black
Scorpions of Kufic script—their ranks
All trigger tail and gold vowel-sac—
At auction this mild winter morning went
For six hundred Swiss francs.
By noon, fire from the same blue heavens
Had half erased Beirut.
Allah be praised, it said on crude handbills,
For guns and Nazarenes to shoot.
“How gladly with proper words,” said Wallace Stevens,
“The soldier dies.” Or kills.
God’s very word, then, stung the heart
To greed and rancor. Yet
Not where the last glow touches one spare man
Inked-in against his minaret
—Letters so handled they are life, and hurt,
Leaving the scribe immune?
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Unclear poem, unless the mention of scorpions on the cover of the Koran book: ” black Scorpions of Kufic script,” hint at some of the dangerous poison inside the book. Do the lines: “Allah be praised for guns…” and “God’s very word, then, stung the heart To greed and rancor,” bear the same message?
Is James Merrill subtly pointing to the fact that the Koran has a page, and even more than a page, mentioning that “Unbelievers” – that is, all who are not of the Islamic faith – should be killed by the sword? If so, the poet should not be afraid to openly and clearly criticise extremes in the Koran, or in any other religion.