Living Passages

 Passages for the Living
since The Chase Is O’er – the _attle won   {  b  c    …   r   w  }

. Be still
then
the presence of the
‘lowered’
shall keep you company
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Learning Task [#n]
In CG Jung’s published work, find “creative”   –

and then prepare to be discussing and co-writing a new book titled

The Creative Master Bates 

 =====  ring-a-friend …  or/then … ask-the-audience …  andor …  take-two-away ======= 

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Learning Task [n+1]  Be discussing ‘What else did “He” rant at apart from the fig-tree ?’
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Living Passages Learning-Task [n+2]
Write as many words as we can from the real-life allegoricly-illustrative realistic poem containing
“… Tell them I called, but no-one answered – that I kept my word -“,
Discuss also ‘What ‘flew up’ – why – and propheticly ‘What for ?’

and

‘What ‘went plunging’, by what/whom
and how could that have been known
‘for our posterity’s record’ ?  

The Listeners
WALTER DE LA MARE

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
   Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
   Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
   Above the Traveller’s head:
.
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
 ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
   No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
   Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
   That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
   To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
   That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
   By the lonely Traveller’s call.
.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
   Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
   ’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
.
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
   Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
   That I kept my word,’ he said.
.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
   Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
   From the one man left awake:
.
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
   And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
   When the plunging hoofs were gone.
Source: The Collected Poems of Walter de la Mare (1979)

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