I think this kind of evocation is one of the most ancient and most highest purposes of Poetry. Just as it was given to Adam to name the animals in Eden, so it was given to the ancient Poets to name the stars, and to summon the beauty of the Sun. Sol Invectus was the last supreme deity of the Roman Empire prior to Constantine's conversion to Christianity. Some two hundred years earlier, Apostle Peter, in his 2nd Epistle, described Jesus as the Daystar.
Your invocation of the sun rightly credits it with taking the blues away. Metaphorically, one could ascribe that to the process known as Rayleigh's Scattering, which explains why the sky, when lit by the sun, favors blue; just as on Mars, the sky, when lit by the sun, favors red/crimson, burnt ocre, and puple. But in our world, as your metaphor ascends into the metaphysical, the sun takes the blues away and spreads them across the sky, where Rayleigh's renders them from the sorrows with which we endow them to the beauty with which the sky is endowed.
I think this kind of
I think this kind of evocation is one of the most ancient and most highest purposes of Poetry. Just as it was given to Adam to name the animals in Eden, so it was given to the ancient Poets to name the stars, and to summon the beauty of the Sun. Sol Invectus was the last supreme deity of the Roman Empire prior to Constantine's conversion to Christianity. Some two hundred years earlier, Apostle Peter, in his 2nd Epistle, described Jesus as the Daystar.
Your invocation of the sun rightly credits it with taking the blues away. Metaphorically, one could ascribe that to the process known as Rayleigh's Scattering, which explains why the sky, when lit by the sun, favors blue; just as on Mars, the sky, when lit by the sun, favors red/crimson, burnt ocre, and puple. But in our world, as your metaphor ascends into the metaphysical, the sun takes the blues away and spreads them across the sky, where Rayleigh's renders them from the sorrows with which we endow them to the beauty with which the sky is endowed.
Starward
Sunshine
I wrote this for morningglory in Oregon who said, "I need sunshine."
And that, in my opinion, is
And that, in my opinion, is the most ancient and, similtaneously, the most immediate, function of Poetry.
Starward
Creating Light
In spite of the gloom.
~A~
Yes, and the understanding of
Yes, and the understanding of that vocation is the difference between Poets and poets. You are most definitely among the former.
Starward
With A Capital P
Awwwwww. Shucks!
~A~