“O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall…”

cf. C. E. Price – “Approaching Thunderstorm”

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed…

—Gerard Manley Hopkins, “No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief.” (excerpt)
 

“For Someone Special” – The Doobie Brothers

Who goes with Fergus?

8 1/2 (1963)

Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.

And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.

—W. B. Yeats, Who goes with Fergus?

His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level with the roof:

Don’t mope over it all day, he said. I’m inconsequent. Give up the moody brooding.

His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of the stairhead:

And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery
For Fergus rules the brazen cars.

—James Joyce, Ulysses
 

Chicago – Feelin’ Stronger Every Day

“With tears, and pray’rs, and late-repenting love…” (Solaris and the Aeneid)

Left: Solaris (1972)
Right: Bartolomeo Pinelli, Aeneas and the shade of Dido (detail)

“She probably sensed that I didn’t really love her. But now I do…”

Solaris (1972)

With tears, and pray’rs, and late-repenting love…

–Virgil, The Sixth Book of the Aeneis
 

The second set of madrigals (1609) – XXX: Ah, cannot sigh, nor tears, nor aught else move thee