inky twilight and indigo dawn and a poem from mr. A.E

darlings

there was an inky twilight last night –

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When the unquiet hours depart
And far away their tumults cease,
Within the twilight of the heart
We bathe in peace, are stilled with peace.

The fire that slew us through the day
For angry deed or sin of sense
Now is the star and homeward ray
To us who bow in penitence.

We kiss the lips of bygone pain
And find a secret sweet in them:
The thorns once dripped with shadowy rain
Are bright upon each diadem.

Ceases the old pathetic strife,
The struggle with the scarlet sin:
The mad enchanted laugh of life
Tempts not the soul that sees within.

No riotous and fairy song
Allures the prodigals who bow
Within the home of law, and throng
Before the mystic Father now,

Where faces of the elder years,
High souls absolved from grief and sin,
Leaning from our ancestral spheres
Beckon the wounded spirit in.

George William Russell (‘A. E.’) 1867-1935

549ae2d0b4eb11e3a9a012b4cf9f5219_8and then – up again – before the sun – driving East into the indigo dawn – another day begins.

gosh.

that was Rather Profound.

well.

we can be.

may you (also) live in interesting times.

(adorable) *wink* to (hmmm, let’s see) #camera4

7 thoughts on “inky twilight and indigo dawn and a poem from mr. A.E

  1. aubrey says:

    We have been getting sunrises and sunsets like that lately: the rough winds, and then the dark, bruised clouds.

    What a lovely poem, so many stirring words and phrases: ‘thorns once dripped,’ ‘diadem,’ ‘fairy song,’ ‘ancestral spheres’…so sparkling, like a web of stars.

    1. teamgloria says:

      ah yes.

      the clouds fade to pink and then darker into anthracite and beyond…

      *whimsical_look_to_camera*

      thank you Ever so much for Visiting – always delicious to see you were here.

  2. BEAUTYCALYPSE says:

    that is actually an old curse, isn’t it? the interesting times one?

    recently I watched – binge-watched – that netflix own “hemlock grove” and found it rather refreshing (and also, due to great actors, depressing in the end) and there a gypsy mother says something similar to support her grieving son… that those who have a long and rich life also have a lot to suffer, because that’s what a long and rich life really means, you win and you lose, and you should cherish what you get. I like when something deep occurs in the middle of good entertainment. but otherwise it’s not good entertainment, am I right? :)

      1. BEAUTYCALYPSE says:

        ha, interesting that even the soviets seemed to believe mr president; for I heard that “chinese curse” interpretation as a toast back in the eighties in moscow, as a kid! ;)

        what a name, salamander.

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