Write 28 Days: Have Heaven ~ Day 22 :: Where, Then, is Paradise?

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Welcome to day 22 of 28 Days of Have Heaven, a short month of posts about heaven, paradise, perfection and desire, perfect places, art, theology, gardens, and more, using the Enya song “China Roses” as a jumping off point. Each post will look at these elements in itself, which may not obviously connect with the others, and which may only peripherally be related. I won’t attempt to tie the posts together. They’ll all be listed here, as they are posted
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“What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch,
These are the measures destined for her soul.”
— Wallace Stevens, from “Sunday Morning” (1915)

silent shadows and in dreams

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comforts in the sun

pungent fruit and bright green wings

passions of rain, or moods in falling snow

unsubdued elations when the forest blooms


gusty emotions on wet roads on autumn nights

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remembering the bough of summer

and the winter branch

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She says, “I am content when wakened birds,
Before they fly, test the reality
Of misty fields, by their sweet questionings;
But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields
Return no more, where, then, is paradise?” — Wallace Stevens, from “Sunday Morning”

 

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Featured image: cherry blossoms, Central Park, NYC, 2 May 2015

2 comments

  1. Thank you for this beautiful break in the middle of the day to think about these photos and the coming and going of the seasons. The “bough of summer” made me excited about the warmth and excitement to come (even though it’s not my favorite season!)

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