SKYWATCH FRIDAY - The Moving Finger Writes; and Having Writ, Moves On (Lake Erie)
What to make of this giant Z in the sky? The mark of Zorro? Does anyone else remember a masked and dashing Guy Williams deftly etching his monogram on Sergeant Garcia’s ample uniformed girth with a few swift slashes of his sword? Or perhaps the sky is admonishing us to be silent, to forever keep our peace? It’s a mystery worthy of Omar Khayyam himself.
This drawing, by Edmund J. Sullivan, was scanned from my own copy of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, which sat on the family bookshelf in my childhood home. However, it isn't the illustration paired with the verse I quoted in the post title (Verse LI, made famous by Edward Fitzgerald's translation). The illustration I chose is actually from Verse L.
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The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.