HE THINKS OF HIS PAST GREATNESS WHEN A PART OF THE CONSTELLATIONS OF HEAVEN
William Butler Yeats
I have drunk ale from the Country of the young
And weep because I know all things now:
I have been a hazel tree and they hung
The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough
Among my leaves in times out of mind:
I became a rush that horses tread:
I became a man, a hater of the wind,
Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head
Would not lie on the breast or his lips on the hair
Of the woman that he loves, until he dies;
Although the rushes and the fowl of the air
Cry of his love with their pitiful cries.
BUDDHA
Rainer Maria Rilke
As though he listened. Stillness: something far ...
We hold our breath; our hearing though's too dim.
And he is star. And many a mighty star,
beyond our vision, is attending him.
Oh, he is all. Lingering, have we the least
hope that he'll notice? Could he ever need?
And if we fell before him here to plead,
he'd still sit deep and idle as beast.
For that in him which drags us to his feet
has circled in him for a million years.
He who forgets our hopes and fears
in thoughts from which our thoughts retreat.
- posted on 07/11/2004
To An Eternal Star
In a time the news broke
Amid the joyful cries of children
And the sweet air of fresh-baked cake
That you have fallen
Or have risen to a new star
Shining alone, as always
But now looking upon us from far
With your merciful eyes
How much sufferings are required
To give birth to the fierce fire
So brilliant, out of a singular mind
And it lightens a dark world of fear
I see trees of green, and peace in heaven
In my daily walk at dusk
Its a wonderful world - when
Enlightened by all stars of the past
2004.7.10
- posted on 07/11/2004
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