Is 2024 the world's and your Swan Song?
As Dua Lipa wrote:
"This is not a Swan Song
but a Swan Dive.
It's a New Life."
What is a Swan Song anyway?
A swan song is the final performance of an actor, singer, composer, poet, or the like.
According to folklore, swans sing most beautifully before they die,
and hence this phrase came to be used
to describe someone who was leaving in style.
THE SWAN
The swan arched his supple neck towards the water and gazed at his reflection for a long time.
He understood the reason for his weariness
He understood the reason for his weariness
and for the cold that gripped his body, making him tremble as though it were winter.
With absolute certainty, he knew that his hour had come and that he must prepare for death.
His feathers were still as white as they had been on the first day of his life. Seasons and years had passed without a blemish appearing on his snowy plumage.
With absolute certainty, he knew that his hour had come and that he must prepare for death.
His feathers were still as white as they had been on the first day of his life. Seasons and years had passed without a blemish appearing on his snowy plumage.
He could go now, and his life would end in beauty.
Straightening his beautiful neck, he swam slowly and majestically beneath a willow,
where he had been accustomed to rest in the hot weather.
It was already evening, and the sunset was touching the water of the lake with crimson and violet.
And in the great silence that was falling all around, the swan began to sing.
Never before had he found notes so full of love for all of nature, for the beauty of the heavens, the water and the earth.
His sweet song
It was already evening, and the sunset was touching the water of the lake with crimson and violet.
And in the great silence that was falling all around, the swan began to sing.
Never before had he found notes so full of love for all of nature, for the beauty of the heavens, the water and the earth.
His sweet song
rang through the air, scarcely tinged with melancholy, until, softly, softly, it faded with the last traces of light on the horizon.
"It is the swan," said the fishes, the birds, and all of the beasts of the woodland and meadow.
Touched to the heart, they said:
"The swan is dying."
Some of us will choose the time.
Often that time will be chosen for us.
What bird in flight will be the last to thrill us?
will unknowingly be our last?
Found on the poet’s desk after his death,
“Finale” is Pablo Neruda’s final poem,
and a love letter to his wife, Matilde.
“It was beautiful to live/when you lived!”
I'll admit, things I don't try to think about...
ReplyDeleteOur days are fleeting. Solar storms, the Yellowstone volcano, the internet being hacked, an event that comes out of the blue ... something will soon do us in.
DeleteThat's why we have to enjoy every sunset and every bird that flies by.
ReplyDeletePS: My blog feed has changed.
Yes, indeed. I am so tech-challenged that I am unclear what blog feed changing means! :-)
DeleteLove the two swan quotes.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jacqui.
DeleteThought-provoking and powerful post, Roland! I hope AI doesn't cause the swan song for human writing. Enjoy IWSG Day!
ReplyDeleteI think it has a little more to grow before it does.
DeleteI'll be scratching my dogs' heads and distracting them from the inevitable. They'll never know.
ReplyDeleteAnna from elements of emaginette
That's the best way --- which is why I want it to happen while I'm asleep! :-)
DeleteThese melancholy thoughts remind me that I need to live like my next breathe will be my last. I often forget I am only here for a short time. Thank you for the reminder. Be well Roland!
ReplyDeleteAh, about the "Be Well" ... I just came down with Covid again. That'll teach me to bring blood to ill people, right? :-)
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