George Santayana was a poet, novelist, and philosopher who is also remembered for his novels, aphorisms, and cultural criticisms. His most important works include The Life of Reason and Skepticism and Animal Faith. Some of his poems are ‘There May be Chaos Still Around the World’ and ‘The Poet’s Testament.’
‘There May Be Chaos Still Around The World’ by George Santayana describes a speaker who has escaped the world at large and is only existing within his own mind.
There may be chaos still around the world,
This little world that in my thinking lies;
For mine own bosom is the paradise
Where all my life’s fair visions are unfurled.
‘Mont Brevent’ by George Santayana looks up in awe and finds solace in the sight of a majestic mountain peak.
O dweller in the valley, lift thine eyes
To where, above the drift of cloud, the stone
Endures in silence, and to God alone
Upturns its furrowed visage, and is wise.
‘A Toast’ by George Santayana is a passionate poem that gives thanks to wine’s euphoric effects.
See this bowl of purple wine,
Life-blood of the lusty vine!
All the warmth of summer suns
In the vintage liquid runs,
‘Decima’ by George Santayana is a beautiful poem that contemplates the lessons to be gleaned from nature.
Silent daisies out of reach,
Maidens of the starry grass,
Gazing on me as I pass
‘I would I might Forget that I am I’ by George Santayana is a despairing sonnet that grapples earnestly but in vain with the constraining conditions of mortality.
I would I might forget that I am I,
And break the heavy chain that binds me fast,
Whose links about myself my deeds have cast.
What in the body’s tomb doth buried lie
‘Slow and reluctant was the long descent’ by George Santayana elucidates the bittersweetness of undertaking a solo journey and finding solace in one’s tranquil environment.
Slow and reluctant was the long descent,
With many farewell pious looks behind,
And dumb misgivings where the path might wind,
And questionings of nature, as I went.
‘Slowly The Black Earth Gains’ by George Santayana is a poem that expresses great admiration for the persevering toil of a farmer.
Slowly the black earth gains upon the yellow,
And the caked hill-side is ribbed soft with furrows.
Turn now again, with voice and staff, my ploughman,
Guiding thy oxen.
‘The Poet’s Testament’ by George Santayana explores a speaker’s learned peace in death. He is content with his final contribution to the planet.
I give back to the earth what the earth gave,
All to the furrow, none to the grave,
The candle's out, the spirit's vigil spent;
Sight may not follow where the vision went.