June 27, 2009

  • Hieron Grammaton, Part I:

    Dark Materials

    Before thir eyes in sudden view appear
    The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark
    Illimitable Ocean without bound,
    Without dimension, where length, breadth, and highth,
    And time and place are lost; where eldest Night
    And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold
    Eternal Anarchie,
    amidst the noise
    Of endless warrs and by confusion stand.
    For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce
    Strive here for Maistrie, and to Battel bring amidst the noise
    Thir embryon Atoms....
    ...
    Into this wilde Abyss,
    The Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave,
    Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire,
    But all these in thir pregnant causes mixt
    Confus'dly, and which thus must ever fight,
    Unless th' Almighty Maker them ordain
    His dark materials to create more Worlds,
    Into this wilde Abyss the warie fiend
    Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while,
    Pondering his Voyage....

    -- John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book II

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