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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The book begins at 3 in the morning with a man asleep, not exactly dreaming but with his imagination active. The stars and planets move, moths and fireflies are perhaps about. Each essay is another hour of the day in which some part of nature, including humans and cities, is featured. This Book of Hours is a devotional for each hour of Earth's day - a reflection on the activities that buzz, or meditations that come to mind, at a particular longitude in the northern hemisphere during that hour on a day in May. At 1 in the afternoon, for instance, Peattie reflects on the Floral Clock of Linneaus, in which a different flower opens or closes each hour from 3 in the morning until midnight. At 6 in the evening he reflects upon the emptying of cities and the clatter of children at home. And so it goes, from the opening at 3 in the morning to the conclusion at 2 AM, the hour in folklore when the soul is most likely to leave the body.Peattie published this book in 1937. The sentiments about the human race are much more optimistic than anyone writing today would dare express. The War to End All Wars had ended 20 years earlier. Hitler was not to invade Poland for another two years. His optimism about the human potential seemed justified. Peattie, a naturalist and writer, was valued in America for his poetic observations. It's somewhat hard to appreciate the language because it is so dated, but there are times when the poetry wins out.
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A Book of Hours - Donald Culross Peattie
A Book of Hours
DONALD CULROSS PEATTIE
DECORATIONS BY LYND WARD
TRINITY UNIVERSITY PRESS
San Antonio, Texas
Published by Trinity University Press
San Antonio, Texas 78212
Copyright © 2013 by the Estate of Donald Culross Peattie
Copyright © 1937 by Donald Culross Peattie
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Table of Contents
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HREE
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EVEN
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IGHT
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INE
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EN
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LEVEN
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Meridian
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NE
Post Meridian
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WO
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HREE
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OUR
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F
IVE
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IX
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EVEN
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IGHT
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INE
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EN
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LEVEN
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Midnight
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NE
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WO
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THREE Ante Meridian
THREE Ante Meridian
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N SLEEP’S
fringe, there is a tremulous, mirage-like realm, a long narrow kingdom like Egypt’s land, with the shape of a scythe and the feel of a sea strand. It is neither the ocean of oblivion, nor the continent of waking. Here the small waves whisper and flash; the half drowned swimmer lies beached, innocently, with his face in the warmth of sand, and the ebb of sleep lapping his tranquil nakedness. He knows that life is given him back, but is not sure yet that he does not regret the sweetness of death. He hears the insistent whistle of some unknown land bird, who praises the reality to which he will not yet open his lids. He is glad of the bird, and the land, but he clings to the marginal sands of this slender realm.
That realm is neither of Ra nor of Dis. And the hour is not the butterfly’s nor the moth’s. It is crepuscular, but of the two twilights in the rhythm of planetary rotation it is the more mysterious. Should the dreamer fully awake to the dawn twilight, he would find himself still in a watery half-world, where bats and nighthawks flit. And they say that the great cecropia, the mysterious soft giant of all his tribe, alone of them takes wing in the hour before sunrise. But do fireflies dance again, that quench their light after midnight? Do the vesper sparrows, suddenly, after the night silence, speak again into the thin dark? The midges and mosquitoes, do they hold a second dervish rout, and are there swallows to sweep after them now as at dusk?
But the dreamer does not focus his thoughts on the neglected Nature of dawn twilight. Precision is a beam that will pierce through this precious opalescent light. Only to the calling of the bird, the sweet, reiterant whistle without a name, will he open his ears while the waves lap him. One thing at a time, says the soul, one thing, and very slowly.
For this is the moment when the creative power, the indefinable, uncomprehended imagination, works clay with its lover’s fingers. It makes its own dreams; it accepts the sea-wrack forms, the shell-money of Poseidon, the spawn of the subconscious, and, itself alert as never in the waking hours, it weighs each coin, hoarding the precious, shoving dross away.
Imagination knows no limits; it has no shames, and is not even civilized; it is not conscious of itself, calls itself by no names. Just so, the dreamer forgets that he is a man, with a name, with a profession, a certain number of years to his life, a known number in the past, an unknown remainder left to him. He is like a child, yet not a child, for in this hour, lying on that shingle that is his bed, a man has none of a child’s bird-like extraversion, nor its rapid avian pulse, nor the power to sleep—dead but warm-dead.
In this hour the faculty called poetry (vaguely enough but perhaps truly) performs its services for the day. Poetry is not the whole of artistic creation, even for a worker in words. Information, organization, even the most finished or appealing style, are matters of craft that only the cleared awakened mind can master. To have something to say, one must endure, one must receive the actual impact of experience upon the senses. Field experience, the naturalists would call it. Brushes with other humans, peeps into books, the passing landscape of the world we move in—these are diurnal realities. They may suffice for very competent creation. But they are not the stuff of imagination.
Whether imagination is a useful or even a safe commodity has been questioned from the beginning of time, and may be doubted to the end. There have been unfortunate men who have so loved or so needed it that, to prolong or to regain the lost twilight strand, they have given their days to chloral, or fled to the last desperate jungle sanctuary of madness. But for the sane the narrow kingdom is sweet. One may not stay long there. The calling of the bird begins to trouble, and the outgoing tide sucks the sand from under the feet. You have to choose between the bird and the depths, and the soul in health will always turn to the light.
The bidden consciousness uprises. The part of the mind that analyses and identifies now names the bird. It is the whippoorwill, a creature of the very hour, a singer who gives two performances in the cycle, the one in the evening well attended, and the other to a wood where there are few auditors. The dawn song lacks full confidence; it is only a salutation, a recognition of the dusk that dies in light instead of darkness. Already, as the wakening man identifies it, the bird has ceased to trust its own voice. With a few soft last cries it ends its orisons.
The room cups night; it holds a little cavern lake of it. In the window’s provincial view of sky there is only a faint shallow luminosity—a delusion of day in which it is not necessary to believe. The shepherd astronomers of the Arabian desert, who named Fomalhaut, Al Tair, Al Debaran, Al Gol the demon with its red eye that flares up or dwindles to the glitter of a wink, they called this hour the False Dawn. The sky is no longer precisely black, but an inky violet, in which flashes the single mysterious jewel of Saturn. Late risen, it lies out