THE SUN

 

 

The Sun Rising
 

Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys, and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. 
Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long:
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me
Whether both the’Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear: "All here in one bed lay."

She’is all states, and all princes I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compar’d to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy’as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.

        John Donne

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Cahokia Solstice

At Woodhenge’s sacred circle
Mississipians, roused from their huts,
gathered in the dead of winter
to watch the sun’s golden crown
ascend over the solstice post.

Their Solar Priest presided:
explaining,
blessing,
interpreting,
and assuring them all
that tomorrow’s sun would rise
slightly farther to the north.

Last solstice morn at Cahokia,
latter day Mississipians
came to observe our red dwarf star
break the horizon through the trees,
incline slightly to the right
and soar into the clear December sky.

Our Sun Priest wore
a park ranger’s jacket
and in his own way:
explained,
blessed,
interpreted
and released us
to our journeys home –
assured that tomorrow’s sun
again would lift to the heavens
slightly farther to the north. 

 
Robert Charles Howard

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4 thoughts on “THE SUN

  1. I like the picture that at a warm noon,I am sitting by a window with slanting sun,a cup of coffe in hand.
    Speaking of the sun,it reminds me of hope.
    May your life full of sunshine.
    May you have a  pleasant weekend^^

  2. I make a daily trip to Starbucks to sit in the big purple chair by the window drinking up the sunshine to beat back the winter blues.  Hurry Spring … I need to see some daffodils!  Thanks for the Sun! 

  3. Its nice to see that the words from Cahokia Solstice has brought sunshine into the hearts of those who visit your page.
    Thanks for the email joke; very very funny!
    Hope the week ahead is good for you.
    Take care

  4. Hi,
    Just popped in to say that I hope someone does something very special for you tomorrow….

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