She Walks in Beauty

BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
   Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
   Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
   But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
   A heart whose love is innocent!

Words of Wisdom…

A couple of things to consider…

You may wear the watch young man, but I know the time said the old man…
You see, the young man knows the rules but the old man knows the exceptions.

oldman

Also, don’t pick a fight with an old man.
If he is too old to fight, he’ll just kill you.

Brothers

11/87
 


Of birth and blood
  we two are one
until our lives 
  are said and done

Our fathers sons
  are we alone
through thick and thin
  and worlds unknown

And in our hearts
  we share a bond
a simple love
  that goes beyond

Mere word or thought
  we can express
a feeling that
  we both possess

A friendship like
  a silver chain
that binds until
  we meet again

So when we part
  let us not weep
but strengthen more
  the ties we keep

Of birth and blood
  we two are one
until our lives 
  are said and done...

Ode to a child dying

10/87
 

tiny innocent
  for life 
    simply fighting,

parents sweating,
  crying blood,
trying to infuse
  life by touch,

tears awash,
  turmoiled lives, 
    revolve around
      visiting hours,

parents grasping
  at straw hopes,
cursing life, 
  cursing death,

looking to blame
  only themselves,
knowing this,
  they cannot
    themselves blame,

begging god,
  take me, 
let the little
  one live, 
    only silence, 

dripping seconds
  congeal into
    regretful days,

we plead, 
  heal quickly
    love awaits,

silently screaming
  making deals
    with destiny,
if this
  then i'll that
    no deal

frustration rises,
  pendulously swinging
    to sorrow...

tiny finders 
  grasp hope,

clinging love,
  imparting joy,
    waving goodbye,

bitter agony,
  souls rending, 
    plotted roses...

New Life
  slowly awakens, 
    virgin utopia

welcoming home
  tiny innocents,

celestial star, 
  newly discovered
    twinkling softly

alive forever
  in hearts    
    and heavens...

The True Story Of The Loss Of Paradise

By Lisa Ysaye Tarleau

IN old Hittite documents it is truthfully related how Paradise was lost, and we find there some strange deviations from the usual story. Of course, it is hardly scientific to accept the Hittite version without proper criticism; yet even the casual reader will detect some plausibility in the tale as there given.

Adam and Eve lived in the Paradise of the Hittite people just as happily and contented as in the Biblical one. They had given names to all the animals, they had visited all spots of interest, they had tasted of all the fruits except the forbidden one, and for this one they had not even the slightest desire. But Satan, who, since he himself has lost his heaven, can hardly bear to see someone else live peacefully and contentedly in the Paradise of Love, assumed the appearance of a glittering serpent and began to make friends with Eve. He told her funny little amusing, teasing, and flattering things things the more awkward and sluggish Adam would never have dreamed of saying; and though no one can accuse Eve of having directly flirted with Satan, yet it is true that she found a strange and wicked pleasure in hearing and some times pretending not to hear things which had a sulphurous aroma, and in watching the graceful serpent around which little rainbow-colored, glittering, underworld flames were playing.

And by-and-by Satan began to talk of the wide, wide world and of the strange and marvelous fortunes and manifold adventures in that world, of which one who lived always in Eden could scarcely have an adequate idea.

Eve, of course, became curious, but she knew full well that her curiosity was useless and vain. The garden of Paradise had great and forbidding walls, its gates could not be opened by mortal hands, and the tempting world was thus quite out of the question for her. Yet Satan simply smiled away all these obstacles.

* Pluck one of these forbidden apples,’ he said; ‘eat of it, and give Adam to eat, and the gates will open of themselves, and the world with all its wonderful possibilities will lie before you.

“Adventures are for the adventurous,” as Lord Beaconsfield will one day say. Dare and you will succeed.’ It sounded wonderful, yet Eve hesitated to pluck a fruit that was strictly forbidden to her; and when she cautiously broached the question to Adam and proposed to serve the forbidden fruit as an extra course of their Sunday dinner, she got but scant encouragement. ‘That is not for me,’ Adam said, ‘dyspeptic as I am. I have no use for such new-fangled dishes. Give me peaches with goat-milk or some berries with honey-dew; then I know what I get, and I know it will agree with me. Your apples are certainly unhealthful and indigestible. Otherwise they would n’t be forbidden.’

‘But Satan says/ explained Eve, ‘that they are not forbidden. This is simply a superstition.’

‘And what, then, is superstition,’ lectured the pedantic Adam, ‘but inherited experience? Your apples are unwholesome, take my word for it. I don’t care what your friend Satan may or may not say.’

And thus the matter rested. The apples were not plucked and not eaten, because Adam was against it, and Eve did not care greatly, and whenever she did not care greatly, she was quite willing to be amiable and submissive.

Satan was in despair. If he could not entangle the happy couple in the meshes of sin, what hope was there for him and his power? Darkly brooding, he sat on a blackened rock, when suddenly an old and hag-like woman stood before him and surveyed him with a toothless and evil smile.

‘Satan,’ she said, ‘Prince of Sin and Darkness, never, never will you be able to destroy the Paradise of Love if I do not lend my help. Your time has not yet arrived. Leave Adam and Eve for a while to my tender and skillful ministrations, and they will soon be your prey. When I have paved the way for you, you will conquer.’

‘And who are you?’ asked Satan surprised. ‘Who are you who claim to be more powerful than Sin itself? What is your name?’

‘My name,’ said the hag with her repulsive smile, ‘my name is Ennui; I am Dame Boredom.’

And as the hag had prophesied, so it happened. As soon as she appeared in Paradise, the end of all happiness was in sight. Soon the first couple plucked the forbidden fruit and ate it, only to escape the intolerable ennui that had settled upon them; then the gates of Paradise opened, and they went out to meet Satan, who was smilingly waiting for them.

What happened further is not disclosed. Like many other tales, the Hittite manuscript breaks abruptly off just when the real story begins; but someone who has studied the subject extensively assures us that there is very much truth in this version, and that in the Paradise of Love, after an unbelievably short time, one still becomes, as in the days of Adam and Eve, a helpless prey to the same old and intolerable boredom.