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Jones Very



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Jones Very

1813 - 1880

Jones Very
Jones Very
A mystic poet of New England, Jones Very was born in Salem, Massachusetts. The son of sea-captain Jones Very was nine years old when he went to sea with his father for two years before his father died prematurely in 1824. His mother scorned religion and complained about the family’s poor fate. Nevertheless, her son was accepted at Harvard College with advanced status as a sophomore and graduated with second highest honors in the class of 1836. His conduct was so exemplary that he was appointed as a tutor in Greek. Very was loved by his students, but the administration compelled him to resign when he advised students: “Flee to the mountains, for the end of all things is at hand.” Christ was returning in Jones Very’s own being. President Quincy was not impressed and wondered if the tutor was insane. Very was free after spending one month at McLean Asylum.
When transcendentalist educator Elizabeth Palmer Peabody heard Very lecture, she communicated her enthusiasm to Ralph Waldo Emerson, who had just delivered his famous Phi Beta Kappa address on The American Scholar in the Harvard Square Meetinghouse. Emerson soon spent five days with Very and edited the publication of the mystic-poet’s Essays and Poems in 1839. The volume consists of sixty of the three hundred poems Very had written in eighteen months plus two impressive essays: “Shakespeare” and “Hamlet.” Nevertheless, Emerson paused when Very wanted no changes of the poems since they came by divine inspiration. Emerson explained that it was doubtful that God used such poor grammar, and he made other revisions of the manuscript, eliminating bizarre poems. Although Very was invited to the Transcendental Club, Emerson’s interest in the young mystic soon waned.
In 1843 Very was licensed to preach as a minister and did pulpit supply assignments in Maine and Massachusetts, though he lacked any type of steady employment. He lived with his atheistically outspoken mother, who now surprisingly affirmed her son’s views. When she died, he lived quietly at home in Salem with his two sisters until he died.
The Rev. James Freeman Clarke, who maintained that instead of monomania Very had “monosania,” edited the 1886 edition of Poems and Essays. Professor Helen R. Deese edited The Complete Poems in 1993.
PSYCHE
I saw a worm, with many a fold;
It spun itself a silken tomb;
And there in winter time enrolled,
It heeded not the cold or gloom

Within a small, snug nook it lay
Nor snow nor sleet could reach it there,
Nor wind was felt in gusty day,
Nor biting cold of frosty air.

Spring comes with bursting buds and grass,
Around him stirs a warmer breeze;
The chirping insects by him pass,
His hiding place not yet he leaves.

But summer came; its fervid breath
Was felt within the sleeper's cell;
And, waking from his sleep of death
I saw him crawl from out his shell.
Slow and with pain he first moved on,
And of the day he seemed to be;
A day passed by; the worm was gone,
It soared on golden pinions free!
AUTUMN LEAVES
The leaves though thick are falling; one by one
Decayed they drop from off their parent tree;
Their work with autumn's latest day is done,
Thou see'st them borne upon its breezes free;
They lie strown here and there, their many dyes
That yesterday so caught thy passing eye;
Soiled by the rain each leaf neglected lies,
Upon the path where now thou hurriest by;
Yet think thee not their beauteous tints less fair,
Than when they hung so gaily o'er thy head;
But rather find thee eyes, and look thee there
Where now thy feet so heedless o'er them tread;
And thou shalt see where wasting now they lie,
The unseen hues of immortality.
THE WILD ROSE OF PLYMOUTH
Upon the Plymouth shore the wild rose blooms
As when the Pilgrims lived beside the bay
And scents the morning air with sweet perfumes,
Though new this hour more ancient far than they;
More ancient than the wild, yet friendly race,
That roved the land before the Pilgrims came;
And here for ages found a dwelling-place
Of whom our histories tell us but the name!
Though new this hour out from the Past it springs
Telling this summer morning of earth's prime;
And happy visions of the Future brings
That reach beyond, e'en to the verge of time;
Wreathing earth's children in one flowery chain
Of Love and Beauty ever to remain.
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