The soul begins to tremble into stillness
© 2005
BASID #672
Beth Ames Swartz
The soul begins to tremble into stillness
acrylic, paste and holographic film on canvas
60" x 60" (1.52m x 1.52m)
2005
| Words in blue "hidden" behind central image |
Because the heroes' crescent is the twelfth.
And yet, twice born, twice buried, grow he must,
Before the full moon, helpless as a worm.
The thirteenth moon but sets the soul at war
In its own being, and when that war's begun
There is no muscle in the arm; and after
Under the frenzy of the fourteenth moon
The soul begins to tremble into stillness,
To die into the labyrinth of itself. |
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919: from 35. The Phases of the Moon, lines 49-57. |
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