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The Green caldron - University Library

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6 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Green</strong> Caldron<br />

This inner path, much wider than the first, provides space to turn<br />

around, study the scenery, and talk in groups with other men. It winds<br />

through the heart of the jungle, up hill and down. <strong>The</strong> light is subdued,<br />

not blinding. Objects and places are clearer and more understandable in this<br />

new light. <strong>The</strong>re are fewer footprints along this path than along the other.<br />

What about the man whose fate places him within the jungle? He may<br />

find his life with the dark, crowded growth rewarding and enjoyable. Yet<br />

he, too, may become curious as to what else the earth has to offer; he, too,<br />

may begin to investigate. In his search, he becomes aware of the increasing<br />

light above him, radiating from the direction of the border path, and pursues<br />

its origin. Blinded by the sudden and powerful light, he will return un-<br />

satisfied to the darkness, aware that he is unsatisfied with this also. Still<br />

seeking some satisfaction of his probing curiosity about the earth, he may<br />

eventually come upon the inner pathway. Mindful of his past experience,<br />

he will approach carefully and slowly, absorbing everything about him as<br />

he makes his transition. Upon reaching the inner path, he is still free to<br />

remain or to return. But he has finally discovered a clear, yet exciting, road<br />

ahead of him.<br />

Editor's Note: Miss Reid says that the basic idea for this bit of myth-making came<br />

from Milton's Areopagitica.<br />

What Is A Poem Good For?<br />

Elaine Johnson<br />

Rhetoric 101, <strong>The</strong>me 8<br />

THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE<br />

<strong>The</strong> trees are in their autumn beauty,<br />

<strong>The</strong> woodland paths are dry;<br />

Under the October twilight the water<br />

—William Butler Yeats<br />

Mirrors a still sky.<br />

Upon the brimming water among the stones<br />

Are nine and fifty swans.<br />

<strong>The</strong> nineteenth autumn has come upon me<br />

Since I first made my count.<br />

I saw, before I had well finished.<br />

All suddenly mount<br />

And scatter wheeling in great broken rings<br />

Upon their clamorous wings.

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