George Darley (1795–1846) Irish poet, novelist, and critic
Poem Nepenthe
Source: Abarat
George Darley (1795–1846) Irish poet, novelist, and critic
Poem Nepenthe
“Hear it, O Thyrsis, still our tree is there!”
Ah, vain! These English fields, this upland dim,
These brambles pale with mist engarlanded,
That lone, sky-pointing tree, are not for him;
To a boon southern country he is fled,
And now in happier air,
Wandering with the great Mother’s train divine
(And purer or more subtle soul than thee,
I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see)
Within a folding of the Apennine.
St. 18
Thyrsis (1866)
Marilyn Ferguson (1938–2008) American writer
The Aquarian Conspiracy (1980), Chapter Eleven, Spiritual Adventure: Connection to the Source
Rāmabhadrācārya (1950) Hindu religious leader
trijagadavana hataharijananidhuvana
nijavanarucijitaśataśatavidhuvana ।
taruvaravibhavavinatasuravaravana
jayati viratighana iva raghuvaravana ॥
Śrībhārgavarāghavīyam
Walter M. Miller, Jr. book A Canticle for Leibowitz
Ch 2
A Canticle for Leibowitz (1959), Fiat Homo
“words have the power o change us”
Cassandra Clare (1973) American author
Source: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
Stephen Spender (1909–1995) English poet and man of letters
"Ultima Ratio Regum"
The Still Centre (1939)
Context: Consider his life which was valueless
In terms of employment, hotel ledgers, news files.
Consider. One bullet in ten thousand kills a man.
Ask. Was so much expenditure justified
On the death of one so young and so silly
Lying under the olive tree, O world, O death?