See the Dead Arise *

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SEE  THE  DEAD  ARISE

by XANADU


Far away and long ago in a dead
World, where the flowers no longer bloom nor
The birds sing, there, once again, will be heard
The wind’s sweet sigh and the sea’s distant roar.

There they walk together in the tall shadows,
The slim, white-robed lovers for ever young,
Gathering flowers in the lush green meadows,
Singing the old sweet songs no longer sung.

All through the sultry afternoons they wander
By cooling streams where the silver fish leap,
And maybe once in a while they will wonder
If they are truly awake or asleep.

See the dead arise on a distant star—
We shall  join them soon, having come from far.

6 thoughts to “See the Dead Arise *”

  1. When the poetic Solomon said “The dead know nothing”, I have to wonder if he was just avoiding speculation… Poets often seem to try to make the ugliness of death into something beautiful to ease the horrors of mortality. Since all of us must die, we feel the need to paint a better picture than simply having our remains interred or becoming buzzard bait. Death is a difficult topic, and Xanadu has approached it with poetic zeal – but I seriously doubt we’ll be bothered with trying to placate old lovers. (At least I hope not!)

    1. I liked your comment about Solomon, but of course he was talking nonsense. “Nonsense” being defined by science as “saying things which can never be proved (or falsified). How can Solomon, after all, know that “the dead know nothing?

      He’d have to die first to find out, wouldn’t he?

      He’d know the answer then for sure! — or maybe he wouldn’t! 🙂

      1. Personally, I suspect the dead know a lot more than we know. Maybe WE, the living, are the Walking Dead. Living in a virtual world. A dream world.

        Solomon would have benefited much from reading Shakespeare’s Hamlet in which it is said: “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in our philosophy.”

        And it was Shakespeare, too, who spoke very forcibly about life being a dream: “We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”

      2. Homer (Hp) will know all about this. Shankara. Maya and Lila. The great Hindu sages have been there already, many moons ago.

        Plato was a strange bod too. Shankara and Plato would have had much to say to each other. Plato believed, unbelievably, that all knowledge was “recollection”. That new cutting-edge discoveries, for example, were there already, discovered countless times before and forgotten. Suddenly, at a particular time and place, they were “remembered” and brought into the light of day again by a new thinker. Weird.

        Solomon would have indeed benefited by sitting at the feet of men like Plato, Shankara and Skakespeare. It’s a world of wonders, truly, of magic and mystery.

        Beautiful poem, by the way. Xanadu has paddled in these murky waters for many moons. Her poems are hints and guesses of other worlds. “Otherworldly”, that’s the best word to describe these poems. They “come from far” . . .

      3. Sardonicus, after many hours and days of discussions on Western philosophy and philosophers from Aristotle to Sartre, the Swami said he liked Socrates and Jung the best.

        “Learned sages have definitely concluded that the infallible fruit of knowledge, austerity, Vedic study, sacrifice, the chanting of hymns, and charity is found in the transcendental descriptions of the qualities of the Lord, who is defined in choice poetry.”
        (Srimad-Bhiigavatam 1. 5. 22)

  2. Sardonicus –

    Our fantasies are all we’re given. Like Thomas Aquinas said, we cannot know until later – and then maybe not at all, anyway. No use in arguing about it. 🙂

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