You know those things from ages past, tucked away, like these tiny gloves. Brings to mind one of my favorite passages from Wordsworth's ODE. It's not verbatim - I don't want to go look it up.
"what though the radiance which was once so bright, be taken now forever from my sight. And though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, rather, find strength in what remains behind. In the primal sympathy, what having been must ever be. In the soothing thoughts that spring forth out of human suffering. In faith that looks through death, and in the years that bring the philosophic mind."
5 comments:
it's a personal joy to recall poetry and be able to recite it... days of reading poetry aloud seem to be gone... life spins by so quickly these days with twitter... facebook... ipods, ipads... etc... etc...
thanks for this "poetic pause"...
hugs. Dixie
I concur with Dixie wholeheartedly. pgt
That's the challenge, to 'find strength in what remains behind.' In my 40's, I've finally discovered what the phrase means, 'over-the-hill'--a look at one's life from a completely different perspective of younger days! Don't much care for it but it seems to be universal. And the challenge is to find the positive from any perspective and dwell there. Thanks for this and for your visit!
Kirsten
Beautiful ... make me want to cry though!
Holy hormones! (at least that is what i am blaming it on!)
A stumble upon, I found your blog while looking up vintage necklaces. Thank you for the lovely Inspirationally Poetic morning.
Jeannine Casale
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