Zola Because he puts the compromising chart Of hell before your eyes,
you are afraid; Because he counts the price that you have paid For
innocence, and counts it from the start, You loathe him. But he sees the
human heart Of God meanwhile, and in His hand was weighed Your squeamish
and emasculate crusade Against the grim dominion of his art. Never
until we conquer the uncouth Connivings of our shamed indifference (We
call it Christian faith) are we to scan The racked and shrieking
hideousness of Truth To find, in hate's polluted self-defence Throbbing,
the pulse, the divine heart of man.
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彭翠丽
This poem presents a profound and thought-provoking exploration of the human response to truth and the artist's role in revealing it. The speaker describes a figure, possibly an artist or writer like Émile Zola, who lays bare the compromising nature of humanity's darker side, evoking fear and loathing from those who confront it. This figure is unafraid to count the cost of innocence lost and to expose the hypocrisy and weaknesses of society.
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