Sunday, March 2, 2014

"The moments of happiness—not the sense of well-being,
Fruition, fulfillment, security or affection,
Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination—
We had the experience but missed the meaning,
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
In a different form, beyond any meaning
We can assign to happiness"

from The Dry Salvages

Both Saturday and Sunday when I finally hauled myself out
of bed the temperature in the backyard had warmed up to 
about -28 C or -18 F. I am not sure how cold it was earlier
but even after the temperatures had risen to a balmy -20 or so
they still proved too much for the heated birdbath which has 
frozen over. The birds and the squirrels still appear at the feeder 
but only the magpies who have pecked a hole through the ice
can get a drink.

My reading on epiphany or revelation in poetry continues
yesterday it lead me to the works of T.S. Eliot, enjoy.

I am off the the library you can never have too many books 

"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—"

from Little Gidding 


WildBill said...

Quite a winter, eh! We've had a good one too. Lots of snow and cold this year equals one happy me! Great Jay photo, beautiful bird!

Guy said...

Hi Bill

Thanks, but I may be less enamoured of snow and cold than you are.

All the best