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December 24th, 2012

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02:20 pm - A poem for Christmas--a little early, liturgically, but I love it
"The Journey of the Magi"
by T.S. Eliot

A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The was deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter."
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires gong out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty, and charging high prices.:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we lead all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I have seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.

Merry Christmas to you all!

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Date:December 29th, 2012 05:38 am (UTC)
Ooh, T.S. Eliot. I think I would need to read this several more times, and have an annotation, to really make sense of it, but it is lovely.

I came by because there is this Yuletide fic someone wrote for me that I am super excited about and I have been trying and trying to think who else would like it, but then I remembered you also like Madeleine L'Engle. It is The Young Unicorns/Doctor Who crossover, and it is absolutely wonderful. (here)
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Date:December 30th, 2012 04:50 pm (UTC)
AH! That is a wonderful story! (Man, Yuletide is killing with the great stories this year.)
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Date:December 31st, 2012 01:16 am (UTC)
There have indeed been a lot of good ones. :)

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