Louisa Stuart Costello - "Béarn and the Pyrenees"

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Annual Bibliography of Commonwealth Literature 2007
This paper argues that discourses of love in Ghanaian market literature for youth offer a view into complex negotiations of agency and empowerment. Drawing on Deborah Durham's notion of youth as "social `shifters'" and Francis Nyamnjoh's conception of the "interconnectedness" of agency, I take Ghanaian market literature as one specific case of how African literature for youth foregrounds questions of continuity and change as African societies enter into increasingly complex global relations. In this literature for youth, received notions of love, often constructed out of impressions from American pop and hip hop music, carry new notions of agency that compete with existing "domesticated" forms. Authors like Ike Tandoh and Evelyn Tay employ discourses of love to offer youth alternative avenues for empowerment in a context of socio-economic disenfranchizement. In a creative process of "straddling", this writing both reveals and reproduces the contradictions that obtain in youth configurations of agency.

The Coming of the King

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"'Foolishness,' thou sayest? Once, to me also the beauty of it were
hidden. But now--listen, Martha--

"I sat under his shade with great delight
And his fruit was sweet
He brought me into his banqueting house
And his banner over me was love.

Since the Master hath come it seemeth clear. Is not his wisdom a
banquet? Are not the wondrous beauty of his words and the tones of his
voice like sweetest fruit and is not his banner of love over us?"

"That shouldst thou know, for since the first time he crossed our
threshold thou hast made thy dwelling place at his feet. And his
banner of love methinks is large enough for all sorts of women to find
place under, even such kind as would pollute thee by a touch."

"What meanest thou, Martha?"

"No more than I did say. Did not Joel attend a feast where Jesus had
been bidden? And lo, as they sat at meat did not a woman make her way
to the feet of Jesus and there sit--aye, a woman of the town? And did
he not look into her eyes when she was spoken harshly to, even as he
looketh into thine? And did he not say comforting words to her and
excuse her, saying she had loved much--aye, loved even to her own
damnation?"

"For this alone could I love Jesus," Mary answered, "even this--he
pities womankind, nor thrusts them beyond the circle of his kindness
because they have been weak. Not of evil cometh woman's confidence,
which, betrayed, maketh her an outcast. But of goodness cometh
confidence."

"Thy speech soundeth well, but it stirreth not mercy in my heart for
she who sins against the Law."

"Hard and often cruel is the Law. Dost thou ever think, Martha, that
in the sight of God, to sin against love may be a greater sin than to
sin against the Law?"

"I know not the meaning of thy question. Dost think I am a Rabbi?"

"Thou hast a right to think on these things even if thou art not a
Rabbi."

"Nay--no right have I, for doth not the Law say a woman shall not be
taught?"

"What the Law denieth, the Master doth allow. Doth he not ever bid me
sit at his feet and learn?"

"Far be it from me," Martha said, "to say aught against the teachings
of the Master, yet a woman's place is not with Rabbis. To serve is her
lot."

"Methinks thou didst make this speech once to Jesus."

"Yea," Martha answered, "and thou needst not remind me he said thou
hadst chosen the better part. Yet have I noticed that neither thy
desire for wisdom, nor his for imparting it, did satisfy his belly.
Even as Lazarus and Joel, doth he take his meat and wine."

Voices in the garden announced the coming of Lazarus and Joel. Martha
leaned over the parapet and called, "A new skin bottle is missing."

"Hath it been stolen?" Joel asked.

"I greatly fear it hath," she replied anxiously.

When they came out upon the housetop, Lazarus said in a voice of
emotion, "Alas--woe be upon us. Yea, misery hath fallen to our lot.
Ah, that my soul should have lived to see this evil hour!"

"What hath happened?" Mary asked, resting the fingers that had been
lightly touching the harp strings. "Hath evil tidings?"

"Alas that this should have fallen upon this household. Canst thou,
Mary, sustain the grief of thy sister while I do break the evil
tidings?"

"Thou dost distress my soul!" Martha exclaimed. "Speak."

"A new skin bottle is missing," Lazarus solemnly declared.

After the laughter which followed, Martha said, "Thou, Lazarus, and thy
sister Mary would both starve had not our father saved his mites. Doth
not our own Solomon teach of the saving ways of the ant?"

"The words of the Galilean Rabbi mean more to Mary than the wisdom of
Solomon," Joel observed.

"The son of David," Mary answered, "was not his heart led of strange
women?"

"Cast not blame on him," Joel said. "Snared he was by the daughters of
Baal as was our father Adam tempted of Eve."

"Man is queer. Ever he doth boast of being strong, yet doth he ever
likewise boast of being led astray," reflected Mary.

"Joel," Lazarus asked, "how camest thou in the net of Martha? Didst
thou walk in, or wert thou dragged?"

"I did walk," Joel answered, laughing. "But Martha is not like other
women."

"And I did prepare the way for his walking, for much did my heart
desire a man with such beard," Martha confessed.

"Martha's heart hath been drawn out by a man's beard. What drew thy
heart when first thou set eyes on the Master?" and Lazarus turned to
Mary. "Thou shouldst have seen her, Joel," he continued. "Long had we
waited in the Temple for a sight of him and we had turned on to the
porch when Mary did look back. Then her feet stopped as if turned to
salt and in my ear she did whisper, with undue excitement, 'Look!
Look! Is that Jesus?' And I did look. And behold, the Master stood
with a small child in his arms. Then did Mary refuse to move forward,
but established her feet on the stones of the portico and with her
hands on my shoulders did she lean that she might see the man. And
while she did thus lean, he raised his eyes from the face of the child
in his arms and looked straight at Mary. Dost thou remember, Mary?"

"Some things the heart can not forget," Mary answered, resting her head
against her harp. "Never will I forget the Master as I saw him first.
Against a white marble pillar carved with lilies he stood. Behind him,
high against the line made by the portico roof, was the blue, blue
sky--bending as it touched the purple mountains and the green and
silver olive hills. Straight and strong he stood, and the little one
did look into his face as if there it saw its future. One of its hands
lay on Jesus' cheek and the other was close hidden in his large hand.
When the child stroked the face of the man and smiled, the man kissed
it, rested his hand upon its head a moment in blessing and gave it to
its mother. Will I forget? No, never!"

"And when he did put the child down," Lazarus said, "lo, he did turn
his face toward Mary. Twice had I asked him to be my guest, yet had
his heart not given assent. Now he came. Over Olivet we made our way
in the sunset, and on the brow of the hill we stopped to look back, and
Mary's tongue did lend her voice to praise the Temple."

"Yea, my brother. Was ever Jerusalem so holy as that night, or the
Temple so glorious? From the gathering shadows of the deep valleys the
hand of God had placed about it, rose Zion like a towering island of
gold and snow, rearing its shining lines against a burnished crimson
sky and raising its gleaming towers, crown above crown to the stars
above. Dost remember it, Lazarus?"

"Yea, and why not? Daily ever had I seen it, and even so, had the
Rabbi, though he did seem to get a new vision of it from thy speech and
face which did so please him."

"And, Lazarus, dost thou not hear it yet--the music of that night?
From the throats of a thousand Levites rang out the evening chant which
did move over the valley on noiseless wings and lose itself in the
gathering night, making all the earth seem blessed. Canst thou forget
it? Never shall I."

"Neither shall I forget," said Martha, "when thou didst reach home with
thy guest, Mary. Thou didst rush upon me with the news so that I upset
a pot of roast and burned my finger, and all for naught save that a
Galilean Rabbi was to sup with us. Yet did I know the man would win
the heart of Mary when she showed him to her lily bed, as surely as I
did know Zador Ben Amon had lost her by too much eating of bird
tongues, for I did hear him say--'Even Solomon in all his glory was not
arrayed like one of these.'"

"And dost thou yet think on his words of wisdom as we sat at meat:
Great be the mystery of life and great the hunger for Eternal Life."

"Now is Mary started again on speech-making which will begin with the
bones of our fathers and end with the hereafter. I care not for it.
Let us go, Joel, that we count the pig-skin bottles once again before
daylight has waned."

When Martha and Joel had gone, Lazarus made himself comfortable with
his feet against the parapet and turned to Mary.

"Once I sat with him upon the housetop," she said.

"Yea, Mary."

"The night was still and under the stars did stretch the far dim lines
of the Mountains of Moab. Of days long gone did he speak--days when
our fathers wandered in search of a Promised Land. When, from regions
far beyond, the spies of Israel crossed the Moabitish hills, they did
go to the home of an harlot. Wherefore they went hath not been handed
down. Mayhap to teach the woman the seventh commandment of Moses. But
they did go and she was an harlot. And when their hiding was
discovered she let them over the wall and they escaped. For this
kindness was her life spared, and when our fathers took the city,
Salmon did wed the harlot. Then did Salmon beget Boaz; Boaz begat
Obed; Obed begat Jesse; Jesse begat David. Thus was an harlot the
mother in Israel of whom was begotten Israel's kings. And is not the
blood of David in the veins of him we love--even Jesus? It is not
strange he hath ever words of kindness and a helping hand for women
downtrodden by the Law, for as the eye of God seeth good in what the
Law condemns, so doth the heart of the Master, and he hath courage to
speak."

"Yea. To be with him doth give new visions."

"And great love. Sometimes when I am with him or my mind traveleth far
paths with him, it seemeth as if God was pouring love into my heart
until it is full to overflowing. Again it seemeth I hunger for love."

"Thy heart need not hunger for love. Thou art much loved."

"I know thou dost love me much."

"All who know thee, love thee."

"The Master?"

"Yea, yea--he loveth thee."

"Ah, Lazarus, this is knowledge my heart doth hunger for. I know he
doth love me for he loveth all women. Martha sayeth he doth look upon
the women of the street even as in my eyes he looketh. Joel did tell
her so."

"Joel discerneth not the difference between sympathy in the eye of
pity, and hunger in the eye of such love as constraineth a man to take
one woman to himself apart from all the world even as the wild dove
taketh its mate to the hidden cleft of the solitary rock. The Master
hath no common love for thee."

"How knoweth thou this, my brother?"

"He is a man. I am a man. Hungry he sitteth at meat as a man. Weary
he resteth his limbs as a man. Merry he looketh upon the fair arms and
flying garments of dancers at the wedding as a man. Sad doth he grow,
and troubled, as a man. With a child held to his bosom the tenderness
of fatherhood sounds in his voice and with thee at his side the
mightiest love with which the Creator hath blessed man, toucheth his
soul. Did not the Creator so make man that it is not good for him to
be alone? None but the heathen teach contrary to the Law."

"Thy words are to my heart as a song of Zion to the captives in
Babylon. Yet would I have a sign from him."

"So do women always want signs," Lazarus laughed.

Mary rested her head against the myrtle twined support of the bower and
looked away to the sky of the setting sun--nor did Lazarus disturb her
thoughts by speaking. The hush of evening was brooding over the
distant valleys soon to be enfolded in the twilight and there was no
sound on the housetop when, a few moments later, Mary heard her name
spoken just behind her. A man had come quietly up the steps and
stopped where they opened on the roof. He wore a travel-stained
garment, carried a staff and held against one shoulder some branches of
flowering green. "Behold, I stand at the door and knock," he said, as
Mary and Lazarus with a glad cry, sprang up to greet him.




CHAPTER XIII

ORANGE BRANCHES

"The hem of thy garment is heavy with dust and thy feet are torn by
thorns," Mary said with concern. "Rest thee. I will unloose thy
shoes' latchet and Lazarus will bring thee drink. Thou art weary."

"Yea, footsore and weary. But take thou the branches of orange
blossoms. All the way from Ajalon have I carried them to make thee thy
festival _lulab_," [1] and he held the branches to her.

"The Day of Atonement did not find thee in the Temple. From Ajalon
hast thou come?" Lazarus asked.

"Yea. On the road to Ajalon there is a place of turning that doth lead
over a desert way, and rocky. But when the end is reached, there is a
valley of springs giving rise to a stream that at last findeth the
Great Sea. And in this hidden and quiet place where the wild gazelle
feedeth unharmed because there is no shedding of blood, there is a
retreat of the Essenes. Here was I. Neither in the Temple nor out of
the Temple cometh At-one-ment with the Father, but in the sanctuary of
the heart, Lazarus. And it was in this holy place," and the guest
turned toward Mary, "that the air was rich with perfume from a little
grove of early oranges and citron. Here I did think of thee and
brought thy _lulab_ flowers, though their leaves are faded somewhat."

"Aye, but their fragrance is tenfold, as doth come from broken lilies."

"There is a fragrance that spilleth itself in dying. In this there is
a hard lesson thou hast yet to learn, Mary."

"If I learn from thee it is not hard."

"Thou knowest not what thou sayest."

"I go to get thee new wine," Lazarus said.

"And take thou the branches, my brother, except one that I keep on the
arbor roof to make the night fragrant like the valley of retreat beyond
the way to Ajalon. The others put in the water pot by the cistern that
they may be fresh for to-morrow's festival. And hasten thou back with
the wine."

"Nay, hasten not," the young Rabbi said. "As I came along the way,
travelers did give me figs and wine so that I hunger not. Yet when the
moon hath cleared the mountains would I drink with thee thy new wine."

"As thou sayest," Lazarus replied, and taking the guest's cloak and
staff he went below.

"I saw thy face as I stood waiting at the door," the guest said to Mary
when they were alone. "Thine eyes saw farther than the parapet, and
the vision made thy countenance a very pleasant one. Sit thee down and
let us look together."

Mary sat down on a foot-stool which he drew to the side of his chair
and turned a smiling face to him as she said, "Often in the heavens I
see sights more beautiful than words can tell. Look you now, just over
there where the clouds bank low behind the olive tops. Dost thou not
see fleecy lambs playing on hillsides of ruddy lilies! And over where
the mountain casts its purple line across the far-off pink--see thou
the pile of marble palaces wrought in such beauty as even Solomon hath
not conceived? And canst thou not see rosy chariots driving from the
west, the banners of the horsemen streaming and their red and burnished
hair reaching into endless tresses? But look you yonder!" and she
pointed toward a bank of moving clouds. "There are such beautiful
clouds as angel wings are made of, and is not that a distant shore
across the sky?"

"Yea," he answered, "and snowy mountains bearing snowy cedars."

"A path of light doth open up between thy snowy mountains," and she
leaned eagerly forward.

"Maybe the Golden Gates of the New Jerusalem that lieth four square are
opening, if thou hast eyes to see."

"Yea--I see! The clouds are turning into a throng of
children--countless children. With snowy robes are they wrapped.
Their arms are wings of feathery softness, and white and shining hair
doth blow across their faces! Aye--how beautiful, and a golden glow
shines over them. Stay! Children, stay!" and Mary pressed her hands
together and leaned out across the parapet.

"They are passing," he said, watching Mary.

"Yea, they are passing into the forest of snow and the sea of gold.
But oh, my Master, when hath eye seen a more beautiful sight?"

"Listen!" and he took her hand in his. "There is music for the passing
footsteps of thy white and shining children."

Together they listened when, over hills and valleys there came,
breathing on the silent air, the thousand throated choir of the Levites
chanting in the Temple. As the music came to them, sometimes far and
faint and sometimes like a fresh wave on a rising tide, it seemed to
bear them away from the world and themselves, save as they were held
together by the touch of hands. As the gray of twilight veiled the
lowlands, the red fires of booth-dwellers shone out like vivid jewels
scattered in irregular pattern, and when darkness had fallen the music
ceased.

"My mystery," Mary said softly to herself.

"What is thy mystery?" he asked.

"The way of music with my soul. It casteth a spell over me so that
sometimes I am moved to laughter, sometimes to tears, sometimes to
great longing, sometimes to a love too great for me. My mystery!"

"Thy mystery will be no more a mystery when thou knowest that thy soul
is but Waves of Being."

"I understand not what 'Being' means."

"Nor canst thou. But the way of waves thou knowest. Whether they run
mountain high or as the smallest pebble stirreth them, yet is there
ever motion, and the one touching the other doth bear the motion to the
farthest bounds. So do thy Waves of Being in eternal motion make thy
soul's substance."

"Thy words savor of much wisdom, but the meaning thereof escapeth me.
Waves of water my eye can see. But Waves of Being--alas! What are
they?"

"Hast thou stood by the mountain path when the grass is burned to
stubble and the stones by the wayside are as ovens? Hast thou seen
coming from the burning earth such waves as seem to be neither black
nor white nor substance as thou knowest it? These are waves of heat.
So the light taketh its way, and the sound, though the eye of the body
may not discern them. The Waves of Being, thy soul's substance, and
the waves of light and heat and sound, be but one power made manifest
in different degree. And when these unseen waves of melody come to
thee from the Temple and strike against thy Soul, they have but found
their own, and according to their measure do they stir that which thou
callest joy and pain."

"I have seen the waves of fierce heat in the drought time and I have
felt the waves of music breaking over my soul--yet question I, and
doubt sometimes, all things--even God."

"Lift thy face, Mary--look up! The heavens declare the glory of God
and the firmament showeth His handiwork. Ask of thyself who laid the
foundations of the earth? Who shut up the sea with doors and said
'Thus far shalt thou come but no farther and here shall thy proud waves
be stayed'? Who hath bound the cluster of the Pleiades? Who hath
loosed the band of Orion? Who hath put understanding in the inward
parts? The _inward parts_, Mary, that still, small voice? Thou dost
not doubt. That which thou calleth 'doubt' is but the unrest of
growing, for thou dost ever grow in grace and knowledge of the Truth."

"And shouldst not one find wisdom who oft sitteth at the feet of the
Master of Wisdom and who worketh mighty miracles? Anna hath been to
Nain and hath brought back a strange story."

"How went the story?"

"To the home of a kinsman who owned vineyards near Nain did Anna go.
And in Nain there lived a widow whose lot had been hard, for when her
husband died his creditors came upon her and when they had done, a
Temple lawyer had her one small field and the creditor drove away her
milch goats and all the kids that were her winter meat. So grievous
was her lot that she must needs fast to save her Temple mite. Nor was
this the end of her pitiful plight, for her only son, as he was
treading the wine-press, was smitten on the head by the sun, and died.
Anna and her brother went to the funeral to help make mourning, and
never hath she seen so queer an ending to shrill wailing as she saw
that day. 'Ah, if thou couldst have been there,' said Anna. 'From
Endor to Nain was Rabbi Jesus journeying accompanied by many. Shouting
his praises were the men. Waving olive branches were the women while
children did pluck bright leaves and scatter across the pathway. A
merry party it was, singing and laughing. Then lo, did the funeral
procession make its sad way. Rough was the road toward which it tended
and gloomy the valley with gaping tombs. And through this dark valley
did the sad note of the funeral dirge sound and with great sobbing and
wailing did the mourners march beside the bier whereon lay the dead son
of the widow. Thus did the march of Life and the march of Death make
toward each other and the way was wide enough but for one of them to
pass. On, on they marched, the one passing to the hilltop and blue
sky, the other to the bat-ridden place of corruption. When they did
meet, on the bier Jesus placed his hand--a hand throbbing with the life
of a strong man. And the Death march did stop. "Weep not," said he to
the weeping mother. And to the dead did he say, "Young man, arise!"
Then did the eyelids of the dead quiver; the set jaw move in its grave
napkin; the gray face show the tinge of running blood. Hands stirred
underneath the shroud and the dead awakened. It was wonderful! And a
young man that had hold of the bier, when he saw the eyes of the dead
open and the jaw fall apart, dropped his corner of the bier and ran.'
And Anna doth say he is running yet."

Mary's story ended with a laugh in which her listener joined. "This is
one of the greatest of thy miracles--so they say."

There was a moment of silence. Then the young man said, "There are no
miracles. There is only Knowledge, and lack of it. When a soul is
born of the Spirit, he cometh into the Light. Of Light cometh
Knowledge and of Knowledge, Power. And as all life is one life, so is
all power one power. Power and the Father's will to work bringeth the
consciousness that '_I and my Father are one_.' There are no miracles."

"By thy wisdom thou doeth away with miracles. Yet do men call thy
mighty works miracles and dispute much as to who he is that doeth them."

"Who do men say that I am?"

"Some say thou art Elias. Some say Jeremiah. Some say John. Some say
that with a camel train didst thou go to the Far East while thou wert
yet a lad and in the schools of the Magi, far beyond the Punjab valley
and the Indus, did learn to work wonders."

"And some say I am Beelzebub," he added.

Mary made no reply to this.

"And to turn back into its fleshy form a few waves of the universal sea
of life--is this a miracle, think you? Thy life aboundeth in greater
miracles."

"Methinks ofttimes that love is a miracle."

"Thou thinkest well."

"And oft my heart hath longed to open my lips to thee."

"Speak on."

"Thou art a man--not a youth, neither womanish. Yet when my eyes did
first behold thee, in thy face shone the love of a mother for a child.
Herein lieth a great mystery to my heart."

"As all life is one life, so all love is one love. Hath thine own love
never exceeded the bounds of thy understanding?"

"Yea. Yea," she answered quickly. Then she paused.

"Say on, Mary," he said, listening with interest.

"Once an infant, brown and foreign, did mistake me for its mother. And
on that selfsame day did a brood of motherless nestlings do likewise.
Strange sensations came to me, and the strange thought that mayhap
there be one motherhood for all creatures as there be a Father to all
mankind, and the strangeness of my feeling was the heart-throb of it."

"Wilt thou turn thy face to me, Mary?" he asked. And when she had done
so he said, "Thy feet are on the threshold of the mystery thy heart
wouldst know."

"And wilt thou lead me across?"

"Dost thou love me, Mary--more than all these?"

"Yea, my master, thou knowest that I love thee."

"Wilt thou drink the cup given me to drink?"

"The cup, though I know not what thou meanest, with thee will I drink."

"Ho! Ho! Ho! The new wine cometh," called Lazarus on the steps, and
laughing voices told the two on the housetop that the hour for words of
wisdom was at an end. Lazarus and Joel brought the wine and the cups.
Anna and Martha followed, carrying trays with sweetmeats and fruit. In
the moonlight they set a table for a feast and after they ate and
drank, Mary made music on the harp and they sang psalms.

"Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting
doors, that the King of Glory may come in," their voices sang in
unison. Then the women sang "Who is the King of Glory?" and the rich
bass of the men's voices answered "The Lord strong and mighty!" Ever
and again they sang, until Jerusalem lay dark and the red fires in the
valleys had burned out.

"The night is far spent for one who hath come the way from Ajalon,"
Lazarus said at last.

"Bearing orange boughs," Joel added.

"Yet a sweet burden," laughed Anna as the three men turned to the
stairs.

"My heart is eager for the festivities of to-morrow night," Martha said
as she gathered the cups and bottles. "Lights will shine and the
silver trumpets blow, and great will be the throng in gay apparel
carrying bright _lulabs_."

"Yet far will the eye travel before it falleth on such fragrant boughs
as these," Mary added.

Anna and Martha laughed. Before they turned from the housetop, Mary
picked a blossom from the branch on the arbor roof. "This goeth to my
pillow," she said. "It is a sign."

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