tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post2321356002763623452..comments2024-03-28T12:29:39.157-07:00Comments on Graphic Firing Table: Last Summer DaysFDChiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-36659195378947749362011-10-28T22:28:33.308-07:002011-10-28T22:28:33.308-07:00bb,
That's it precisely; we are reminded of o...bb,<br /><br />That's it precisely; we are reminded of our brief time here, and things assume, to me, a great loveliness in their evanescence. Like Van Gogh, even fading beauty is achingly beautiful to me. The impulse of life is to bloom against all messages to the contrary. And then ...<br /><br /><i>Out, out, brief candle!</i>Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08839236994990699117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-50259759542068191302011-10-28T16:08:07.472-07:002011-10-28T16:08:07.472-07:00Autumn, to me, is the reminder each year of our mo...Autumn, to me, is the reminder each year of our mortality.<br /><br />Earthly beauty that we enjoy for a brief span of time.<br /><br />And then we're gone.<br /><br />bbAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-23853325282256199282011-10-27T21:24:34.376-07:002011-10-27T21:24:34.376-07:00And one more I just stumbled across in an article ...And one more I just stumbled across in an article on the changing leaf cycles in N. England -- this portending darker things, from Thoreau in 1862:<br /><br /><i>A village needs these innocent stimulants of bright and cheering prospects to keep off melancholy and superstition. Show me two villages, one embowered in trees and blazing with all the glories of October, the other a merely trivial and treeless waste, or with only a single tree or two for suicides, and I shall be sure that in the latter will be found the most starved and bigoted religionists and the most desperate drinkers</i><br /><br />We ignore nature at our peril.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08839236994990699117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-10222098542809495472011-10-27T16:37:16.077-07:002011-10-27T16:37:16.077-07:00Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune t...Tell me not here, it needs not saying,<br />What tune the enchantress plays<br />In aftermaths of soft September<br />Or under blanching mays,<br />For she and I were long acquainted<br />And I knew all her ways.<br /><br />Lovely!<br /><br />I'm glad you enjoyed my autumnal rumination. I did, as well.FDChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-78974890513511689102011-10-26T07:54:06.082-07:002011-10-26T07:54:06.082-07:00What a gorgeous day, and how marvelous to take in ...What a gorgeous day, and how marvelous to take in all the nuance. Autumn is my favorite time, yet so brief!<br /><br />I love Housman:<br /><br /><i>Tell me not here, it needs not saying,<br />What tune the enchantress plays<br />In aftermaths of soft September<br />Or under blanching mays,<br />For she and I were long acquainted<br />And I knew all her ways.<br /> <br />On russet floors, by waters idle,<br />The pine lets fall its cone;<br />The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing<br />In leafy dells alone;<br />And traveller's joy beguiles in autumn<br />Hearts that have lost their own.<br /> <br />On acres of the seeded grasses<br />The changing burnish heaves;<br />Or marshalled under moons of harvest<br />Stand still all night the sheaves;<br />Or beeches strip in storms for winter<br />And stain the wind with leaves.<br /> <br />Possess, as I possessed a season,<br />The countries I resign,<br />Where over elmy plains the highway<br />Would mount the hills and shine,<br />And full of shade the pillared forest<br />Would murmur and be mine.<br /> <br />For nature, heartless, witless nature,<br />Will neither care nor know<br />What stranger's feet may find the meadow<br />And trespass there and go,<br />Nor ask amid the dews of morning<br />If they are mine or no.</i>Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08839236994990699117noreply@blogger.com