Lughnasa Waning Harvest Moon
“There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval..” – George Santayana
Could have come from the mouth of a Mexica poet. I can’t find the poem but I keep coming back in my thought to their metaphysics which makes life the puzzle and death the pregnant, vital reality.
In another view life is a momentary interlude between a sleep and a sleep. This is a line from a poet who interested me a lot years back: Charles Algernon Swinburne. The line comes from his Atalanata in Calydon:
…In his heart is a blind desire,
In his eyes foreknowledge of death;
He weaves, and is clothed with derision;
Sows, and he shall not reap;
His life is a watch or a vision
Between a sleep and a sleep.