Friday, January 23, 2009

"Character"

The sun set, but not on his hope.
Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:
Fixed on the enormous galaxy,
Deeper and older seemed his eye;
And matched his sufferance sublime
The taciturnity of time.
He spoke, and words more soft than rain
Brought the Age of Gold again:
His action won such reverence sweet
As hid all measure of the feat.
-R.W.Emerson (Transcendentalist and Unitarian)
This was what I read when I got up today, and I wanted to put it out there... thoughts...
Enjoy the day,
Amanda
Posted by Nuttya9 at 10:04 AM

3 comments:

Robin Edgar said...

Well the eye of the sun is very deep and old. . . ;-)

January 23, 2009 5:01 PM
Robin Edgar said...

I like this Ralph Waldo Emerson translation of a Hafiz poem -

The Phoenix
by Hafiz
Translated by Ralph Waldo Emerson

My phoenix long ago secured
His nest in sky-vault's cope;

In the body's cage immured,
He is weary of life's hope.

Round and round this heap of ashes
Now flies the bird amain,

But in that odorous niche of heaven
Nestles the bird again.

Once flies he upward, he will perch

On Tuba's golden bough:
His home is on that fruited arch
Which cools the blest below.

If over this world of ours
His wings my phoenix spread,

How gracious falls on land and sea
The soul-refreshing shade!

Either world inhabits he,
Sees oft below him planets roll;

His body is all of air compact,
Of Allah's love his soul.


Enjoy the Phoenix. . .

January 23, 2009 5:10 PM
dan miller said...

This is nicely reflective Amanda and allows one to reconnect with their world.
Go Placidly,
Dan Miller

January 24, 2009 4:32 PM

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