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My professor who had us read the Iliad went all crazy about the notion of glory and what it meant without really defining glory. It was a bit odd.
I suppose glory is just killing people and making an adventure of it.
Full text:
Blue-Butterfly Day
It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.~Robert Frost
Full poem goes like this:
Tom O’Roughley
‘THOUGH logic choppers rule the town,
And every man and maid and boy
Has marked a distant object down,
An aimless joy is a pure joy,’
Or so did Tom O’Roughley say
That saw the surges running by,
‘And wisdom is a butterfly
And not a gloomy bird of prey.‘If little planned is little sinned
But little need the grave distress.
What’s dying but a second wind?
How but in zigzag wantonness
Could trumpeter Michael be so brave?’
Or something of that sort he said,
‘And if my dearest friend were dead
I’d dance a measure on his grave.’~ William Butler Yeats
The poem (without the fancy text) is here:
Blissful Longing
Tell nobody except the wise,
Because the mob is immediately scornful;
I wish to praise that element of life
Which longs for a fiery death.In that coolness of nights of love
Which begat you, where you begat,
An unfamiliar sensation comes over you
When the silent taper shines.No longer do you remain embraced
By the shadow of the darkness,
But a new desire draws you
Upward to a higher form of mating.No degree of distance makes you doubtful;
You fly over and fall under a spell,
And, at last, lusting for the light,
Like a moth you are burned to death.And so long as you don’t have it,
This “Die and be transformed!,”
You will only be a gloomy guest
On the dark earth.~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
This is me pretty much every year once Nanowrimo comes around.
Part of me wants to read this book. The other part read the summary on Wikipedia and is appalled by the dismal ending…
I used to belong to the Grammar Police. But, then I decided that it was more important to understand what they said instead of nit-picking every single word…
