The Early Buds Are Out: Reflections on Endymion

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The Early Buds Are Out: Reflections on Endymion

Postby RonPrice » Sun Feb 12, 2006 3:19 am

Inspired by the poem "Endymion" I reflected on my own life, some of the Baha'i teachings and life in general. The result was as follows: :arrow:
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THE EARLY BUDS ARE OUT

If this unearthly Love has power to make
my life immortal and to shake ambition
into some fitting portal where I brim
my measure of contentment and with merest whim
search, poorly, after fame, then ‘tis a Love
that I shall keep ‘til the call from above-
and then...
-With thanks to John Keats, Endymion, lines 843-47.


These things of beauty will be joys forever
and their loveliness will increase
far down the centuries and ages.
Eras will not see these wonders pass into nothingness.
Dreams and quiet places sweet and still
will fill these marbled flower gardens
binding us to primal points of holy seat
made for our searching. Such beauty
moves us far beyond incipient sadness;
takes this young sprouting freshness
canalized in energy-lamps everywhere
in the vineyard. Such grandeur cools
in the hot season and sprinkles our air
with musk-rose blooms, strengthening
our loins in submissive worship.

Such wonder, too, for and with the dead
who have entered the garden of happiness
now circle ‘round us in mystic intercourse,
in circles here--all so dear with the moon
which haunts then cheers as light and seems
to bind our very souls clear and tight.
This place, I prefer it have no name, its music
brings a joy to valley, mountain, plain.
The early buds are out now, milk in pails
is coming down the lane
while lush juicy fruits are being brought in
by sail in little boats-I’ve got one-I steer
in many quiet hours down deeper streams
where I hear bees hum in globes of clover.

Autumn brings its universal tinge of sober gold
to this world on mountain side wherein I hold
such thought that can only be described as bliss.
The trumpets have already blown and, now, my path
is dressed in green, in flowers, indeed a marble bath.
Those assembled ‘round the shrines had looks of veneration,
‘twould be here for many years to come, each generation
would have its awed face, companions in a mountain chase.
I therefore reveal unto thee sacred and resplendent tokens
from the planes of glory to attract thee into the court of
holiness and nearness and beauty, and draw thee to a station...
And I had been drawn into gardens of such fruit, such orient lights.

For here is the heavenly abode in the Centre of earthly realities
and here I am, as if led by some midnight spirit nurse
of happy changes toward some magic sleep,
toward some soaring bird easing upward
over the troubled sea of man. The words
found here sound a strange minstrelsy,
have tumbling waves in echoing caves:
a silvery enchantment is to be found
in this mazy world with its new song,
its upfurled wings which renovate our lives.

Try them! You may open your eyelids
with a healthier brain. Some influence rare
goes spiritual through this Damsel’s hand;
it runs quick, invisible strings all over the land
making of fame and renoun far lesser lights
unless it be for the exaltation of this Cause.1

1 From a prayer by Baha’u’llah sent to the author by Roger White.

Ron Price
26 May 1995
Ron Price is a retired teacher, aged 65. He taught for 35 years in primary, secondary and post-secondary schools. He has been a Baha'i for 50 years.
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Postby Saturn » Mon Feb 13, 2006 12:14 am

Nice work Ron and welcome to our little Keatsian community.:D

One little note.
In future could you please post your poetry in the 'Where's The Poet? Show Him! Show Him! Section.

Thank you for your contribution.
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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Dear Saturn

Postby RonPrice » Mon Feb 13, 2006 2:37 am

I shall! I shall! I will! I will! I trust! I trust!-Thanks for the gentle redirection and reminder.-Ron :arrow:
Ron Price is a retired teacher, aged 65. He taught for 35 years in primary, secondary and post-secondary schools. He has been a Baha'i for 50 years.
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Postby Saturn » Mon Feb 13, 2006 10:00 am

No problem - sorry to sound a bit pedantic on these matters.:roll:

I'm looking forward to your input. As you'll soon discover we're all a bit 'green around the gills' on here so it'll be a welcome change to have somene of your age and experience to bring a different perspective on the work of Keats.
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Re: The Early Buds Are Out: Reflections on Endymion

Postby RonPrice » Thu Jun 11, 2009 2:02 pm

As you can see, Saturn, I don't get to this site very often. Apologies for taking more than 3 years to respond to your post, but I only just saw it tonight while I was surfing the Keat's sites to which I belong. Life is busy even in retirement, in these years of late adulthood(65-80) and old age(80++), if I last that long.-Ron Price, Tasmania
Ron Price is a retired teacher, aged 65. He taught for 35 years in primary, secondary and post-secondary schools. He has been a Baha'i for 50 years.
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