Tuesday, July 24, 2012
A Worshipper at Pan's Shrine
Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers ("Sunday"):
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In my Pantheon, Pan still reigns in his pristine glory, with his ruddy face, his flowing beard, and his shaggy body, his pipe and his crook, his nymph Echo, and his chosen daughter Iambe; for the great god Pan is not dead, as was rumored. No god ever dies. Perhaps of all the gods of New England and of ancient Greece, I am most constant at his shrine.Related posts:
- This Modern World Is Grey and Old (Oscar Wilde)
- Poems of a Stockbroker (John Myers O'Hara)
- The Survival of Pan (Robert Frost)
