LIT BITS V3 #24
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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Sun, 23 Jan 100 18:31:46 -0800
Subject: LIT BITS V3 #24
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Excerpted-from: LITERARY CALENDAR V3 #24
Today is Monday, 24 January 2000; on this day,
268 years ago (1732),
Pierre-Augustin-Caron de Beaumarchais is born in Paris. He will
become a watchmaker, pamphleteer, and secret agent, as well as a
successful dramatist: _The Marriage of Figaro_; _The Barber of
138 years ago (1862),
Edith Wharton (_The House of Mirth_) is born to a distinguished
New York family.
87 years ago (1913),
Franz Kafka stops work on _Amerika_, which will never be completed.
56 years ago (1944),
Edith Sitwell writes to classical scholar Maurice Bowra:
"Sometimes, when I begin a poem, it is almost like automatic writing.
Then I use my mind on it afterwards."
Heart and Mind
SAID the Lion to the Lioness--'When you are amber dust,--
No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun
(No liking but all lust)--
Remember still the flowering of the amber blood and bone,
The rippling of bright muscles like a sea,
Remember the rose-prickles of bright paws
Though the fire of that sun the heart and the moon-cold bone are one.'
Said the Skeleton lying upon the sands of Time--
'The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun
Is greater than all gold, more powerful
Than the tawny body of a Lion that fire consumes
Like all that grows or leaps...so is the heart
More powerful than all dust. Once I was Hercules
Or Samson, strong as the pillars of the seas:
But the flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind
Is but a foolish wind.'
Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone,
And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood,
Remember only this of our hopeless love
That never till Time is done
Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.
© 2000 Peter Langston