*Rising in our morning
might we find a theme
an image which gathers
ragged edges of day..
Before engaging take pains
reject defective creations..
surrender to one theme
emerging from shadow..
Then to survey many
mosaic pieces fallen..
and find on the floor
theme patterns reflect..
Must know our theme
is well hidden
arrives in variations
through ambiguous day..
Then in our depths
in ecstasy we know
the theme we created
is our creator also..
Recapitulation at evening
a symphony complete..
we explosively repeat:
Now it is good...!*
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
*Rising in our morning
might we find a theme
an image which gathers
ragged edges of day..
Before engaging take pains
reject defective creations..
surrender to one theme
emerging from shadow..
Then to survey many
mosaic pieces fallen..
and find on the floor
theme patterns reflect..
Must know our theme
is well hidden
arrives in variations
through ambiguous day..
Then in our depths
in ecstasy we know
the theme we created
is our creator also..
Recapitulation at evening
a symphony complete..
we explosively repeat:
Now it is good...!*
"Today I saw sixteen swans.
God, what beauty! They
circled over me for a long
time. Disappeared into the
solar haze like a silver
ribbon."
--Jean Sibelius
while composing his
5th Symphony..
the ascending swans
his theme...
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