Pastoral Symphony


Some lines, updated, based on hearing the last movement of Beethoven's Symphony No 6 (Pastoral).



A shepherd flute plays serenades
against the turn and fall of stars,
the ripple of Boreal curtains of light,
the concord and peace of Nature.
In the pre-dawn stillness,
hills hymn the galaxies,
soothing and cooling the molten core,
sealing the slumber of Titans
within their adamantine cells.
This earth suffices. To live alone
upon it — suffices. Let gods and Titans
remain in stasis and torpor’d sleep.
Up here, whatever touching
of life to life is given — suffices.

Life in itself — suffices.
The universe is a song unfolding —
ah, joy! to be the witness of it!


 



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