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I originally wrote this mail service for a blog linkup. The assignment was a motion-picture show prompt; we were to write about what this film reminded us of.

Splendor in the Grass

Oh my! I know immediately what this reminds me of! This picture brings to listen one of my favorite poems. It's past William Wordsworth and is a rather long verse form entitled "Ode to Intimations of Immortality." There is a famous shorter passage within the ode which inspired the flick "Splendor in the Grass" with Warren Beatty and Natalie Forest. Here is the "Splendor in the Grass" department of the poem:

What though the radiance which was one time and so vivid
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
Nosotros will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the key sympathy
Which having been must e'er be;
In the soothing thoughts that bound
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic heed.

This is where editors and printers ordinarily end the poem, but I don't recall that "philosophic mind" ending does it justice, especially when you read the starting time of the adjacent role, which goes like this:

And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
All the same in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish'd i delight
To live below your more habitual sway.

(There is more than, and if y'all're motivated to read all of it, a quick Google search will bring it to you.)

The poem celebrates the feelings of a tender-hearted immature person in love with nature and with life.

At the same time, the young have mixed emotions over a loss of innocence and the knowledge that their former childish please in nature was rooted in the innocence of childhood. As the child enters adulthood, she begins to comprehend mortality, and her carefree enjoyment of nature volition never exist the same again.

The kid's exuberance for life slowly shifts to sadness as the harsh reality of inevitable death, grief, and loss enters the young person's sensation, and "nothing can bring dorsum the 60 minutes of splendor in the grass, of glory in the bloom."

Merely await!

The poem tells the states not to grieve, for there is a organized religion that looks through death and finds the strength to remain faithful and mindful of what still remains with you, a "radiance" that will always reside within y'all. The people and places that were delightful to you in your childhood yet reside inside y'all! And you lot are stronger for having experienced the realities of suffering, pain, loss, and grief.

For the Christian, the plot thickens, the meaning deepens, and nosotros are reminded of scripture passages that leave Wordsworth in nature's dust and in the airtight covers of the poesy book on the shelf as we turn to the timeless and eternal truths of God's Word in the Old Testament:  Isaiah xl:vii-ix New International Version (NIV)

7 The grass withers and the flowers autumn,
because the jiff of the Lord blows on them.
Surely the people are grass.
eight The grass withers and the flowers fall,
only the discussion of our God endures forever.

And this is repeated in the New Testament!

1 Peter 1:23-25New International Version (NIV):

23 For yous have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring discussion of God.

24 For a ll people are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers autumn,
25 but the word of the Lord endures forever.

The translation in the Wycliffe Bible brings usa back to our picture, every bit it puts it this manner:

24 For each mankind is hay, and all the celebrity of information technology is every bit the flower of hay; the hay dried upward, and his blossom felled down.

I think the pic prompt of the hay bales is stunningly beautiful. Looking at it makes me feel joyful and peaceful at the aforementioned fourth dimension. I relish the memories that it evokes in me, city-girl memories of my loftier schoolhouse English class and a poem that touched my girlish heart and then and still inspires me toward even deeper and more meaningful reflections in this present flavor of my life.

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