Yesterday’s Writer’s Almanac, features Stephen Dobyns' take on a a simile from the Venerable Bede’s Ecclesiastical History. This simile was nearly the first thing I remember learning in my Survey of British Literature. It struck me so viscerally that it has occluded both Dream of the Rood and the Wanderer in my memory of Anglo Saxon Brit. Lit.
The image - of the sparrow flitting through a hall, warmly lit against the winter outside, flying from darkness to darkness - calls to that part of me that still struggles with such primary existential issues as the necessity of death. It describes life as something glimpsed while passing from the unknown to the unknown. Aside from its capacity to speak to us about what it means to live, I find it all the more compelling because the image implies the comforts of civilization - companionship, safety, and even happiness.
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