10 Bahman 1404
Quatrain 8 of 75
“And look—a thousand Blossoms with the Day
Woke—and a thousand scatter'd into Clay:
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.”
Reflection · Winter 1404
In winter the thousand blossoms of the verse are as distant as legend. The mathematics Khayyam was describing are complete, at least for this year. But the verse says with the Day they woke — the day is still arriving, every day, even the short gray days of Dey and Bahman. The mechanism is intact.
The next thousand blossoms are waiting in the ground beneath your feet, in the vine that looks dead but isn't, in the bud sealed against the cold like a letter not yet opened. Winter is when you hold Khayyam's verse and understand that clay is not an ending. It is the medium. The blossoms become clay becomes blossoms. Jamshyd becomes the soil that the next garden grows in. It is not consolation. It is the actual structure of things.