Monday Morning Musings:

“How clear, how lovely bright,

How beautiful to sight

Those beams of morning play. . .

 

Ensanquining the skies

How heavily it dies. . .

How hopeless under ground

Falls the remorseful day.”

–from A.E. Houseman, “How Clear, How Lovely Bright”

 

The line, the flow

the glow

of life, scattering

leaves, the gathering of nuts and seeds

(the sky bleeds)

reflecting the spattering

of wounds, the broken glass

before the gas

and rustlings

of war and wind

the leaves are thinned,

but hear them crunch and crackle

as squirrels scamper and play

in the fading light of autumn day

and the birds fly—geese and grackle—

and hawks and vultures soar

before the train comes, roars

down the tracks

taking me somewhere—

up and down, stairs

we go, into the wind,

the boat sails

and what tales

might it have, of rivers or sea?

Delaware River from Patco train heading to Philadelphia

And is there a lighthouse, with ghostly

glowing and horn blowing, or mostly

sunny skies?

Time must sail, too

and we a sometime crew

walk through history

18th Century garden on site of Benjamin Rush’s House, Philadelphia

how can it be otherwise,

the lows and highs

of our own lives, the mystery

of others–we see a groom and bride

and I hope they lovingly glide

into a life of love and joy

A wedding party taking photos at “my willow” at Dock Creek, Old City, Philadelphia

(Pause, we drink coffee and wine

stop for a time—

but time is coy)

and autumn comes cold and dark

but there is beauty, even if it’s stark—

see the moon rise over fields stripped of grain

Moonrise over a South Jersey field, November.

glowing, humming—this autumn sky

and the clouds and time

the time before the rain, snow, the train

of time. The movie train that circles

through the frozen world, almost eternal

but the cost

a cautionary tale

of where we might sail

and is our world already lost?

Crow calls

the remorseful day falls

setting underground

in fiery ball, unheeding

the world goes on, speeding

and we spellbound.

But I don’t celebrate bleeding—

or ferocious gods, the leaders leading

into destruction–

let poetry fly

through vast haunted eternity, die

the war-fever. Find a new function

for our minds and hearts

in words of love, kindness, and arts

that soar with feathered wings–

how clear, how lovely bright

the sight

of what could be, of hope that sings

as the walls tumble down.

This was a week of elections, cat dental surgery, the anniversary of Kristallnaught (November 9, 1938), and the tearing down of the Berlin Wall. In the U.S. today is Veteran’s Day. It was formerly Armistice Day, but of course, war has not ended. I respect all who have served and honor all those who have given their lives in serving their country. While someone like Hitler had to be stopped, it would be better if people did not let such people gain power.

For Merril’s Movie Club: We watched Snowpiercer, a 2014 movie we had never seen, but since we recently saw Parasite, and it is an earlier movie by the same director, Bong Joon-ho, we decided to watch it. It’s on Netflix. This one’s in English, and it’s much more of an action movie than I would normally see. Like Parasite, the movie covers the issues of class and climate,and there was definitely much to think about. Overall, we both liked it. There is also fighting and bloody scenes though, so be forewarned. We saw Lighthouse in the theater. It’s also in English. I know, strange, right?  (Don’t worry, we’re still watching Black Spot, so reading subtitles there.).  Great acting, beautiful black and white cinematography. Very strange, surrealistic movie of two lighthouse keepers on an isolated island. Some of the dialogue is taken from Melville and lighthouse keepers’ diaries. It’s somewhat similar in style to his previous movie, The Witch.