昨日は台風の影響で時々強い雨が降っていた
今日は台風と選挙一過の気持ちの良い秋の日となっている
わたしの方は、途中散策を交えながら水曜と金曜の準備をする
今月のこれまでの状態を考えれば、まだ余裕があるという感じである
つまり、まだ盛り上がってこない
今日、準備の過程でアーチボルド・マクリーシュというアメリカの詩人にして劇作家を知った
Archibald MacLeish (1892–1982）
アメリカ議会図書館長も務めた
ピューリッツァー賞を詩の部門で2回、演劇部門で1回受賞しているという
次のような言葉が目に入った
"Freedom is the right to choose: the right to create for oneself the alternatives of choice. Without the possibility of choice and the exercise of choice, a man is not a man but a member, an instrument, a thing."
Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers The Sea Shell
Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered
Figuring what anything is for:
Enough for her devotions that things are
And can be contemplated soon as gathered.
She knows how every living thing was fathered,
She calculates the climate of each star,
She counts the fish at sea, but cannot care
Why any one of them exists, fish, fire or feathered.
Why should she? Her religion is to tell
By rote her rosary of perfect answers.
Metaphysics she can leave to man:
She never wakes at night in heaven or hell
Staring at darkness. In her holy cell
There is no darkness ever: the pure candle
Burns, the beads drop briskly from her hand.
Who dares to offer Her the curled sea shell!
She will not touch it!--knows the world she sees
Is all the world there is! Her faith is perfect!
And still he offers the sea shell . . .
What surf
Of what far sea upon what unknown ground
Troubles forever with that asking sound?
What surge is this whose question never ceases?
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