The smoke of burning oudwood rising toward the heavens amid embers of green cardamon, singed vanilla pods, black tea, tonka, and incense resins.
I heard the spring wind whisper
Above the brushwood fire,
"The world is made forever
Of transport and desire.
"I am the breath of being,
The primal urge of things;
I am the whirl of star dust,
I am the lift of wings.
"I am the splendid impulse
That comes before the thought,
The joy and exaltation
Wherein the life is caught.
"Across the sleeping furrows
I call the buried seed,
And blade and bud and blossom
Awaken at my need.
"Within the dying ashes
I blow the sacred spark,
And make the hearts of lovers
To leap against the dark."
- Bliss Carman
Art: Psyche Opening the Golden Box by J.W. Waterhouse, 1903 (cropped)
The smoke of burning oudwood rising toward the heavens amid embers of green cardamon, singed vanilla pods, black tea, tonka, and incense resins.
I heard the spring wind whisper
Above the brushwood fire,
"The world is made forever
Of transport and desire.
"I am the breath of being,
The primal urge of things;
I am the whirl of star dust,
I am the lift of wings.
"I am the splendid impulse
That comes before the thought,
The joy and exaltation
Wherein the life is caught.
"Across the sleeping furrows
I call the buried seed,
And blade and bud and blossom
Awaken at my need.
"Within the dying ashes
I blow the sacred spark,
And make the hearts of lovers
To leap against the dark."
- Bliss Carman
Art: Psyche Opening the Golden Box by J.W. Waterhouse, 1903 (cropped)