April 11, 2006
Up, up and away…
A mind I'd like to meet is Henry Vaughan, dreamer as much as poet as much as searcher of the many mysteries. Too bad he's long gone before us, poet of the 17th Century. I'm no expert on literature, but there's "The Night", a classic. And "The Star", two chilling paragraphs below:
Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below,
Attracts thee thus and makes thee stream and flow,
And wind and curl, and wink and smile,
Shifting thy gate and guile.
Next, there's in it a restless, pure desire,
And longing for thy bright and vital fire,
Desire that never will be quenched,
Nor can be writhed, nor wrenched.
A needed reminder…
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