Lughnasa\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Harvest Moon<\/p>\n
“There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval..” – George Santayana<\/p>\n
Could have come from the mouth of a Mexica poet.\u00a0 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.<\/p>\n
In another view life is a momentary interlude between a sleep and a sleep.\u00a0 This is a line from a poet who interested me a lot years back:\u00a0 Charles Algernon Swinburne.\u00a0 The line comes from his Atalanata in Calydon<\/a>:<\/p>\n …In his heart is a blind desire, Lughnasa\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 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.\u00a0 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, … Continue reading A Bit of Metaphysics for the Early Afternoon<\/span>
\nIn his eyes foreknowledge of death;
\nHe weaves, and is clothed with derision;
\nSows, and he shall not reap;
\nHis life is a watch or a vision
\nBetween a sleep and a sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"