July 11th, 2007

WWI soldiers

Sassoon, "Invocation"


Come down from heaven to meet me when my breath
Chokes, and through drumming shafts of stifling death
I stumble toward escape, to find the door
Opening on morn where I may breathe once more
Clear cock-crow airs across some valley dim
With whispering trees. While dawn along the rim
Of night's horizon flows in lakes of fire,
Come down from heaven's bright hill, my song's desire.

Belov'd and faithful, teach my soul to wake
In glades deep-ranked with flowers that gleam and shake
And flock your paths with wonder. In your gaze
Show me the vanquished vigil of my days.
Mute in that golden silence hung with green,
Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyes
Remembrance of all beauty that has been,
And stillness from the pools of Paradise.

--Siegfried Sassoon
Orac replica


I spent small chunks of time yesterday and today forwarding old emails from one account to another, for storage. Some of them nearly made me cry, in a poignant way.

There were condolences; ephemera; life events; forgotten bits of lives that, at the time, were of overwhelming importance.

Strange experience.