Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Winter Solstice

In beginning our unit on Transcendentalism, I always feel centered and more connected to nature.  I see the snow silently falling around me like a coccoon; the sun shining through the dirty windowpane; the ladybug valiantly crawling across the windowsill, finding shelter from the chill. Winter is when nature is dormant but the seeds of life are burgeoning in the ground. We hibernate, fatten for the winter, and imagine a time when we will feel the sun.

I enjoy this poem by Hilda Morley about this chilled time of winter.  The winter solstice occurs on the darkest day of the year, so it represents the birth of the sun. What does the sun represent?- light, warmth, possibility. This poem is simply a description of the darkest day of the year and the path the moon takes when it's the furthest distance from the sun. Extrapolating, we can believe it to be the start of a new life, new hope. That's what Transcendentalism is all about.

By Hilda Morley 1916–1998 Hilda Morley
 
A cold night crosses
our path
                  The world appears
very large, very
round now       extending
far as the moon does
                                        It is from
the moon this cold travels
                                        It is
the light of the moon that causes
this night reflecting distance in its own
light so coldly
                                          (from one side of
the earth to the other)
                                        It is the length of this coldness
It is the long distance
between two points which are
not in a line        now
                                       not a
straightness       (however
straight) but a curve only,
silver that is a rock reflecting
                                                      not metal
but a rock accepting
distance
                     (a scream in silence
where between the two
points what touches
is a curve around the world
                                                      (the dance unmoving).
new york, 1969
 
  

2 comments:

  1. Mrs. Miller,
    It is so awesome that you were able to incorporate transcendentalism in your post. Your blog is the bee's knees. Thanks so much for posting!

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  2. I love this poem! The winter solstice seems to be an extremely dull and depressing time. I love the idea that during this time the sun is being re-born, it's a nice personification.

    -Ayanna Dorsey
    GFS '16

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