A Brief Panegyric on the Esthetics of Preservationby Robert DeCandidoSonnet 65Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
To be candid, it was not the above musings that brought this sonnet to mind. It was that omnipotent Personage, the Kindly Managing Editor, who called to tell me that I was late for another deadline. Is it any wonder that I thought immediately of Time's swift foot? Rather than attempting to throw something together at the last minute I'll content myself with sharing the above with you.
This article first appeared in Conservation Administration News (CAN) © 1991 by Robert DeCandido. |