CORNER by Jeff Hartzer
#003: August 2004
In the June Issue of SVI, we dove into the world of the poet.
In July, we began to smell the poetry baking in the oven.
This month, its BACK to SCHOOL time with new friends,
new clothes, and a shedding of the old, as we prepare to greet
the Fall Season. Exciting yes, but we FEAR change!
Poets, farmers, and Wal*Mart shoppers seem to be the first
to notice seasonal changes. Our need to spend
money on new things, makes the seasons whirl by
at a fast pace. But you cant have too many new
things without letting go the old. Days have been
growing shorter since June 21st. All things change, yet all
remains the same. Ironic? Percy Bysshe Shelley summed it all
up in one word, Mutability. Shelley says the only
constant is change. Heres a look at Shelleys poem
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
We are the
clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:
It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.
love to have their students write about what I did last
summer...Silly as it may seem, this is a good time of
the year to review in written words our accomplishments
as well as what we will bring to our tables for Harvest Season.
Set down a list of what youve been up to
since Spring. Back to school means homework
and longer nights. We need to take a time out for a review
of our lives.
now to write yourself a note. What is constant in your own
life? What is changing? We fear change; yet, there is nothing
constant in our lives except change. Fight change by capturing
a precious moment or two in a poem. Go for the gold as you
turn your words and hearts toward this new season. Dance your
words across blank pages like so many brilliantly colored
leaves just waiting to fall.