Friday, June 10, 2011

6-10-11 Sunset and Storms


These are the clouds about the fallen sun,

The majesty that shuts his burning eye:











The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,




Till that be tumbled that was lifted high












And discord follow upon unison,




And all things at one common level lie.












And therefore, friend, if your great race were run




And these things came, so much the more thereby












Have you made greatness your companion,




Although it be for children that you sigh:
















These are the clouds about the fallen sun,




The majesty that shuts his burning eye.




~W.B. Yeats













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For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts. 



~T.S. Eliot

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