When I see Edouard Manet's 'Le dejeuner sur l'herbe', the following extract from Wordsword's 'Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood comes to mind:
Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
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2 comments:
How magnificent of you to select Wordsworth. My favorite line is ' though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower..' It's like he captures a fleeting moment, that for any other would be impossible to do, just like that. I read that Wordworth once described poetry as 'emotion recolleted in tranquility'. That observation is poetic in itself.
I remember very well the movie with Warren Betty and Natalie Wood. I cried my eyes out when she had to go to the crazy house. One of my all time favorite love stories. The best depiction of love and heartbreak and may I dare say sexual repression ---so representative of the 1960's puritanical mindset.
Thank you AprilEight for sharing your nostalgic sentiment with us, it's good medicine for the soul!!!!!
Splendor in the Grass is one of my favorite films. Thank you for your comments.
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