Sunday, April 18, 2004
np: a beautiful spring day.
as some of you know, i was in germany for a week, thus the absence of new posts. and it's going to remain that way at least for today, until i am in more of a posting mood. i'd like to try and share some of my photos from germany with you, but we'll see how that goes. in the meantime, get outside and enjoy today. this afternoon WQFS is yet again taking on our friendly-rivals over at WUAG in our annual kickball game. QFS is undefeated, i hope you know. in the meantime, enjoy this that i dug up yesterday. cheers :
"Death the Poet - A Ballade-Lament For the Makers" by Anthony Hecht
(from his poetry collection Flight Among the Tombs)
Where have they gone, the lordly makers,
Torchlight and fire-folk of our skies,
Those grand authorial earthshakers
Who brough such gladness to the eyes
Of the knowing and unworldly-wise
In damasked language long ago?
Call them and nobody replies.
Et nunc in pulvere dormio.
The softly-spoken verbal Quakers
Who made no fuss and told no lies;
Baroque and intricate risk-takers,
Full of elliptical surprise
From Mother Goose to Paradise
Lost and Regained, where did they go?
This living hand indites, and dies,
Et nunc in pulvere dormio.
Old Masters, thunderous as the breakers
Tennyson's eloquence defies,
Beneath uncultivated acres
Our great original, Shakespeare, lies
With Grub Street hacks he would despise,
Quelled by the common ratio
That cuts all scribblers down to size,
Et nunc in pulvere dormio.
Archduke of Darkness, who supplies
The deadline governing joy and woe,
Here I put off my flesh disguise
Et nunc in pulvere dormio.
