Byzantium & Cathay

A LITTLE CLUSTER OF ASSOCIATIONS THAT I HOLD IN FOND SENTIMENT FROM A TIME WHEN THE WORLD WAS YOUNGER THAN TODAY

D E S I G N E R L U D E

Pendant: Caravel - Late 16th century, Italy

(Gold, rubies, emeralds, pearls and enamel)

Caravel 2

summer cumulus-

sailing from Byzantium

on a summer breeze

Sailing To Byzantium

I

That is no country for old men. The young

In one another's arms, birds in the trees

---Those dying generations---at their song,

The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,

Fish, flesh, or fowl commend all summer long

Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.

Caught in that sensual music all neglect

Monuments of unaging intellect.

II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,

A tattered coat upon a stick, unless

Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing

For every tatter in its mortal dress,

Nor is there singing school but studying

Monuments of its own magnificence;

And therefore I have sailed the seas and come

To the holy city of Byzantium.

III

O sages standing in God's holy fire

As in the gold mosaic of a wall,

Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,

And be the singing-masters of my soul.

Consume my heart away; sick with desire

And fastened to a dying animal

It knows not what it is; and gather me

Into the artifice of eternity.

IV

Once out of nature I shall never take

My bodily form from any natural thing,

But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make

Of hammered gold and gold enamelling

To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;

Or set upon a golden bough to sing

To lords and ladies of Byzantium

Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

William Butler Yeats

Incredible String Band

Album: No Ruinous Feud

Year: 1973

Through red forests that lean against the hills

I wandered with my heart in my hand

My cloak wound down to the shores of Cathay

Where the gold lay scattered on the sand

Night was young back before the dawn

Casting kisses at the day

Shipping the sea bestriding the earth

Down before Cathay.

The admirable deeds of Khubla Khan

we admired from the deck

Of our cedarwood ship

Observing the domes that prance from Mandalay

Where the dogs they sleep all the day

We gazed upon the Towers of Tyre

That rose coarse and spicey in the air

But we sailed up the coast to sidon

Where the gazes are so rare

Where the gazes are so rare

The ship shone its lamp across the silent air

That swirled before Cathay

And there on the sand that courts the amber sea

Our fair bodies we cast away

Night was young back before the dawn

Casting kisses at the day

Sipping the sea bestriing the earth

Down before Cathay.

jp 02-07-13

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