Good Day Sunshine : Dungarvan Edition

 

It’s another beautiful day in Dungarvan. 52 degrees and sunny.  That’s the normal temperature pretty much year-round, I think.  It is a bit warmer in the summer and a bit colder some days in the winter, but they don’t get temperature extremes like we do in the States during the different seasons.  They call the south of Ireland the “Sunny Coast.”  That name seems to have merit. Ireland is known for being rainy, but we have been lucky with weather, and lucky to be in the sunny part of Ireland. Today we wrapped up the poetry of William Butler Yeats, a Nobel Prize winning Irish poet.  Today’s poems were written later in Yeats’ life, and thus they are a bit more difficult and a bit longer winded. That is something I can relate to. The students did well with them. Yeats describes the changing cycles of the seasons, the circles of life, the spirals “turning and turning in the widening gyre” (1) as described in “the Second Coming,” and the “bell-beat” (17) of the swans’ wings as they “scatter wheeling in great broken rings” (11) as described in "The Wild Swans at Coole." Seasons change, but in the cycle of life some things remain constant, like the repetition of the cycle itself.  We finished today’s class with “Among School Children” which I think is a reflection on the cycle, or arc, of life.  It is about youth and age, the corporal and the spiritual, restrictive learning and expansive imagination, art and nature, spiritual love and earthly love, and how these things are not easily separated into oppositions or component parts. The stages of life cannot be separated from life itself, Yeats may be saying. All these things are needed to form something complete, like “the yolk and the white of the one shell” (16). All the seasons are needed, and all the stages of life are needed in order to have a whole. And so, the winter turns to spring, and the spring turns to summer, and the seasons change, if only somewhat when one is in Ireland.