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Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Cathy Jackson (12/30/2004 11:54:00 AM)
I love this piece, the way he illustrates the days 'daughters of time...marching single in an endless file...' the gifts each day brings '...Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all.' and finally the scorn of the wasted/neglected day, and gifts not realized 'hastily took a few herbs and apples...'. Days is a truly awesome piece. |
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