Paudeen
Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite Of our old paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blind Among the stones and thorn-trees, under morning light; Until a curlew cried and in the luminous wind A curlew answered; and suddenly thereupon I thought That on the lonely height where all are in God's eye, There cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot, A single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry.
Paudeen - meaning Summary
Solace in Natural Music
The speaker begins irritated by an awkward, resentful old man (“paudeen”) but then wanders into the morning landscape. Hearing a curlew call and its echo prompts a sudden insight: on a higher, God-seen height even apparent confusion yields a single, clear voice. The poem moves from petty human annoyance to a consoling vision that every soul, however flawed, has its own pure, crystalline cry in the divine order.
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