First stage -- the pressure of immediate calamities without earthly aidence makes us cry out to the Invisible.I can't say that I understand what the poet meant by all this, but it sounds vaguely like the evolution of prayer in my own life. I would translate it something like:
Second stage -- the dreariness of visible things to a mind beginning to be contemplative -- horrible Solitude.
Third stage -- Repentance & Regret -- & self-inquietude.
Fourth stage -- The celestial delectation that follows ardent prayer.
Fifth stage -- Self-annihilation -- the Soul enters the Holy of Holies.
First stage -- Help!I've been reading Mary Oliver's newest book of poems, Thirst, and I hope she won't mind if I copy here a few fifth-stage lines from a poem called Praying.
Second stage -- Here I am!
Third stage -- O my God I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee...
Fourth stage -- Gee! -- followed by -- Wow!
Fifth stage -- silent attention.
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just