Monthly Archives: August 2012

Some Pete Seeger for Labor Day Weekend

Rubá’í of the Day

XX.
Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears-
To-morrow?—Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years.

Rubá’í of the Day

XIX.
And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River’s Lip on which we lean—
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

In Honor of St. Monica

 

Mother of St. Augustine of Hippo.  Her feast day is the day before his, and thus the day before yesterday.  This isn’t necessarily my favorite song, individually or in terms of its genre, and it’s belated; still, let it be a tribute to her.

In Honor of St. Augustine of Hippo

 

For all his flaws and faults, and all the theological directions he took that I think were bad for the Church, St. Augustine was still one of the most brilliant theologians of all time and a great man.  His feast day was yesterday, so this is a belated tribute.

Rubá’í of the Day

XVIII.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.

Rubá’í of the Day

XVII.
They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:
And Bahram, that great Hunter—the Wild Ass
Stamps o’er his Head, and he lies fast asleep.

Rubá’í of the Day

XVI.
Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.

Metallica in Chant!

Rubá’í of the Day

XV.
And those who husbanded the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn’d
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.