Is this mythological logic expressed within the structure of still moving poetry
where simplicity in structure allows for complexity in thought ... the space between ...
locating the echo ... the resonance coming in still movement ...

in the sound of still moving Roses?

"a swift or slow movement and a long or short stillness, and then another movement" (Yeats CNP XII)

What is ontological awareness? if we ask the question we are already there. Raven is on the other side of this line ..........

Inquirer: how many texts are in this classroom? Teacher: there is Nõ text in this classroom

The mountains look like they go on forever, the horizon looks like it goes on forever,
the page looks like it goes on forever ... the bridge looks like it goes on forever going Nõ where.
There is Nõ where to go but i must be going to meet Kukai on that Nõ Bridge. i must find a Way.

Writing to the ghost that is gon(n)e ... what better love for a poet than the Rose and the Railway?
What better love than Nõ love so that the longing or resolve is maintained like the return to the key or tonic?
T/here the fire is never put out but burns slowly and intensley for all ages.
Intense and passionate, forever in love with the Rose, with Nõ love, like Yeats i am going home word.

Does not all art come when a nature,
that never ceases to judge itself, exhausts personal emotion ...
[so] that something impersonal ... suddenly starts into its place?"

(Yeats, Autobiography, p93)

with sympathetic vibration ... resonating resounding ... with the eternal ringing of silent echoes? In "Magic" 1901 Yeats writes

that the borders of our mind are ever shifting, and that many minds can flow into one another ...
the borders of our memories are as shifting, and that our memories are part of one great memory,

the memory of Nature herself ...

we must cry out that imagination is always seeking that great Mind, and that great Memory

(Yeats in Engelberg,108-113)


PAST . . . A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing -

PRESENT . . . A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing -

FUTURE . . . (From Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There )