“I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing.” Yeats 0n what is past or passing or to come.
“I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing.” Yeats 0n what is past or passing or to come.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Past. Passing. Still to come.
Yeats. It is the salt of the Earth when good poetry is saved, read, or written.
Here is another poem that strikes deep in the soul of those who traveled long to return home, our Penelopes and our own Ithacas:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1n3n2Ox4Yfk
“a tattered coat upon a stick”
Aye.
A witness not needing an epitaph.
WB–the greatest. In this house we love to hear or read his every word. Seconded only by Jeffers with Vander Leun coming in third! My DH and these three fill my life with riches beyond anything that money can buy!
I watched DH work beside me in the garden yesterday. Those tasks that used to be his because of his physical strength are not so easy or automatic anymore. It made me sad to see how difficult it was for him to lift the small bags of soil and compost and gravel. This morning he made us a coffee and sat with me to listen to this reading of Byzantium. I am lucky woman–DH is a man wise enough to understand every phrase and word. Two greats at the morning table at the same time!!
In every moment of every day I am so grateful he is still here. . .
Thank you so much G VdL !!