Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Reflection at Samhain

Hartley Coleridge

The mellow year is hasting to its close:
The little birds have almost sung their last,
Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast --
That shrill-piped harbinger of early snows; --
The patient beauty of the scentless rose,
Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed,
Hangs a pale mourner for the summer past,
And makes a little summer where it grows; --
In the chill sunbeam of the faint brief day
The dusky waters shudder as they shine;
The russet leaves obstruct the straggling way
Of oozy brooks, which no deep banks define,
And the gaunt woods, in ragged, scant array,
Wrap their old limbs with sombre ivy-twine.


At November 2, 2005 at 5:41:00 AM EST, Blogger Jaume said...

Being a descendant of Iberians and not Celts, I do not feel particularly identified with a name from the Celtic culture that alludes at the god of death. I prefer "All Saints" which, in the Universalist tradition, would be rephrased as "All Souls".

At November 2, 2005 at 11:50:00 AM EST, Blogger fausto said...

I mentioned Samhain rather than All Saints or All Souls because of its more direct connotation of the changing of the seasons. All Saints and All Souls in different way connote primarily the memory of the departed.

Strictly speaking, by the way, the feast days of All Saints (November 1) and All Souls (November 2) are separate, independent commemorations.

At November 3, 2005 at 12:39:00 PM EST, Blogger Jaume said...

Interesting... Actually November 2 is not called "All Souls" in Spain, but Defuncts' Day, but people tend to merge both days (and now Halloween too). Some go to cemeteries to clean their relatives' tombs and leave some flowers, and others dress their kids in spooky clothes...


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