There is no dusk to be,
There is no dawn that was,
Only there’s now, and now,
And the wind in the grass.
Days I remember of
Now in my heart, are now;
Days that I dream will bloom
White peach bough.
Dying shall never be
Now in the windy grass;
Now under shooken leaves
Death never was.
—An Eternity, Archibald MacLeish (1892 –1982)
I am pretty busy this morning with a bunch of small but important tasks for my upcoming October show at the West End Gallery and my September 27th Gallery Talk at the Principle Gallery. But I had this short poem from Archibald MacLeish in my holster and felt like pulling it out. Seemed like the right bit of verse for the moment since its theme is timelessness and I am feeling pressured by a lack of time.
This idea that eternity exists in the present moment, one in which the past and the future have no place, is a concept in which I am trying to gain some understanding. See how I tied in the painting at the top? Bet you didn’t see that coming.
For the musical element of today’s triad, I am going a bit highbrow with a piece from George Frideric Handel, Eternal Source of Light Divine. It is an aria from his Ode for the Birthday of Queen Anne, composed in 1713 to celebrate the Queen’s birthday and the Treaty of Utrecht.
It’s an oldie but a goodie. It has a beautiful ethereal quality that lives up to its title. It is performed here by Marie-Sophie Pollak and the Ensemble Concerto München.
Got to run now. Time’s a-wasting. See? I still don’t get it…
