“The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.’ Water is experience, immediate sensation, and wine is emotion, and it is with the intellect, as distinguished from imagination, that we enlarge the bounds of experience and separate it from all but itself, from illusion, from memory, and create among other things science and…
Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; What one in the rout Of the fire-born moods Has fallen away?– WB Yeats, The Moods The Moods, as I understand it, are the messengers from God (God, in turn, is fire). Whatever your beliefs,…
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;Laugh, heart, again in the gray twilight;Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.Thy mother Eire is always young,Dew ever shining and twilight gray,Though hope fall from thee or love decayBurning in fires of a slanderous tongue.Come, heart, where hill is…
“I will not of a certainty believe that there is nothing in the sunset, where our forefathers imagined the dead following their shepherd the sun, or nothing but some vague presence as little moving as nothing. If beauty is not a gateway out of the net we were taken in at our birth, it will…
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill For there the mystical brotherhood Of sun and moon and hollow and wood And river and stream work out their will; And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight; And love is less kind than the gray twilight And…
“What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident? And are there not moods which need heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland for their expression, no less than this dilapidated earth? Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven,…