Laguna Beach - Poem by Lucius Furius
Lounging in the dry warmth of the sun,
overcome by the beauty of the green cliffs
rising above the hypnotic blue water....
I think of Mann's The Magic Mountain,
obsession with the physical
(not, in this case, disease, of course,
but the sensual) :
skin glowing in the year-round sun;
falling into one's hand;
air, rich with the smell of flowers....
Wouldn't such pleasure
inevitably dull the mind's keen edge?
Wouldn't Eden's ease
subvert all great endeavor?
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