i What is it exactly that we celebrate today? An oncoming rain or the passage of Time? ii Under his feet, the water in the sea Burned with a cold, liquid flame, Cold & silver - a transmutation of fire Fuelled by his mother's tear In which he sailed to Sicily. iii Bayreuth looked like a frozen Sahara, With the local colors, and a pale-blue train He had taken in Rome, at the "Stazioni Termini." vi What is it exactly that he should celebrate today? The Passing of August, or the Advent of the Frost In the Season of Eternity?