This is the poem Jack read at the end of episode 62 of The Color of Dust lawndcast, which was titled, An Altar of Unhewn Lawnd. Jack ‘brought out’ this treasure at the 1 hour and sixteen minute mark, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t miss it, so I am highlighting it here. There are many lines, if not the entire poem, which would be good to commit to memory.
the dancing efflorescence
is it good for a flower to linger to last forever
is it good
man is like the grass and is forever fading
the blossom dwindles into ongoing light
the stone remains the land endures
man the steward - a scribble in the sky
not here for very long
which is our eccentric qualification
to be seneschal of the quiet defeat
in the buzzing meadow
the sward yields a cup of sweet delight
for containing the light of a certain hour and no more
a cup set apart
sacra tantum horae
sacra extra æternum
that we should strive against the numbering of our days
that we seek a secret lever that might
prize us loose from a hand which contains the span of our days
our beginning and our end
which opens upon our dancing efflorescence
The music used for this poem is Consolation No. 3 in D Flat Major by Franz Liszt.
*Jack’s original poem has center justification, but Substack does not support this format.
