10 Mordad 1405
Quatrain 52 of 75
“And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to IT for help—for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.”
Reflection · Summer 1405
The summer sky is the bowl at its most present — dome-like, huge, the summer blue that makes the bowl image feel right. We live and die under this bowl, and in summer we live most fully. Lift not thy hands to IT — in summer there is less urgency for the upward gesture, because the summer is providing everything that intervention might have been asked for.
The rolls impotently on, in summer, is almost lovable. The sky doing its thing, rolling through its seasonal geometry, producing by sheer mechanics the long days and warm nights that make summer what it is. Impotent and magnificent.