A poem we discussed in class, alluding to the Biblical story of Susanna.

Peter Quince at the Clavier

by Wallace Stevens

I

Just as my fingers on these keys

Make music, so the self-same sounds

On my spirit make a music, too.

Music is feeling, then, not sound;

And thus it is that what I feel,

Here in this room, desiring you,

Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,

Is music. It is like the strain

Waked in the elders by Susanna;

Of a green evening, clear and warm,

She bathed in her still garden, while

The red-eyed elders, watching, felt

The basses of their beings throb

In witching chords, and their thin blood

Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna.

II

In the green water, clear and warm,

Susanna lay.

She searched

The touch of springs,

And found

Concealed imaginings.

She sighed,

For so much melody.

Upon the bank, she stood

In the cool

Of spent emotions.

She felt, among the leaves,

The dew

Of old devotions.

She walked upon the grass,

Still quavering.

The winds were like her maids,

On timid feet,

Fetching her woven scarves,

Yet wavering.

A breath upon her hand

Muted the night.

She turned —

A cymbal crashed,

Amid roaring horns.

III

Soon, with a noise like tambourines,

Came her attendant Byzantines.

They wondered why Susanna cried

Against the elders by her side;

And as they whispered, the refrain

Was like a willow swept by rain.

Anon, their lamps' uplifted flame

Revealed Susanna and her shame.

And then, the simpering Byzantines

Fled, with a noise like tambourines.

IV

Beauty is momentary in the mind —

The fitful tracing of a portal;

But in the flesh it is immortal.

The body dies; the body's beauty lives.

So evenings die, in their green going,

A wave, interminably flowing.

So gardens die, their meek breath scenting

The cowl of winter, done repenting.

So maidens die, to the auroral

Celebration of a maiden's choral.

Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings

Of those white elders; but, escaping,

Left only Death's ironic scraping.

Now, in its immortality, it plays

On the clear viol of her memory,

And makes a constant sacrament of praise.


Included in the book of Daniel, Susanna is the story of a young maiden, who while bathing in her garden is sought out by two older men. T hese men go on to threaten blackmailing her with a fabricated story of her meeting a lover unless she has sex with them. Susanna refuses to do so and the men go to the authority to report her "promiscuity." They are separated and questioned by a cunning Daniel, and when asked where they saw her meet her lover the two were unable to both name the same tree under which they said they saw her. The false accusers are killed and Susanna's name goes un-scarred.

The bold portions of Wallace Steven's poem are interpreted references found in his lyrical version of the Biblical story.

Many artists have dedicated works to the story of Susanna and the elders. Below are a few from the painters Alessandro Allori, Guercino, and Artemisia Gentileschi.