@ treant - A great observation, and although a child's death certainly plays a part in this song, I think it's about the autumn season. A celebration of the fruits of labor, a unified community (the chorus), a homecoming, and death all in one.
"A neighbor's blessed burden within reason", I believe, refers to a harvest of some sort. I picture fields of wheat needing sowing and a community coming together in helping ("becomes a burden borne of one and all").
I've chuckled to myself thinking of this song as a sort of communist anthem. The tune itself certainly has a sense of a marching of sorts.
"A monument to build beneath the arbors" has me thinking of a wedding. A couple standing underneath an arbor committing themselves to one another certainly is a building of something monumental. Sorry. That's totally cheesy, I know.
"Let every vessel pitching hard towards starboard, Lay it's head on summer's freckled knees." The homecoming toward the end of a long summer travel season. I love the lyric about summer having freckled knees. So brilliant.
Along with the wonders of a great harvest, a celebration in marriage and homecoming, death also falls upon this autumn season. "Lazy will the loam come from its hiding" is an amazing way of telling of the earth claiming this deceased child.
And the last verse brings it all back, "So raise a glass to turnings of the season, And watch it as it arcs towards the sun."
That's a nice thought about the wheat fields, but as someone that has been intimately involved with the death of a child (a star in the community) I think it is more reflective of the wonder and the beauty the child brought to the community. To mourn someone so outstanding is a blessed and strange burden. It's the whole loved-and-lost ideology.
That's a nice thought about the wheat fields, but as someone that has been intimately involved with the death of a child (a star in the community) I think it is more reflective of the wonder and the beauty the child brought to the community. To mourn someone so outstanding is a blessed and strange burden. It's the whole loved-and-lost ideology.
Nothing can match it. It's inexplicable unless it's happened to you. Shakespeare, who lost a child, said in Much Ado About Nothing, no one can speak on it with any authority who hasn't endured it. True that.
Nothing can match it. It's inexplicable unless it's happened to you. Shakespeare, who lost a child, said in Much Ado About Nothing, no one can speak on it with any authority who hasn't endured it. True that.
@ treant - A great observation, and although a child's death certainly plays a part in this song, I think it's about the autumn season. A celebration of the fruits of labor, a unified community (the chorus), a homecoming, and death all in one.
"A neighbor's blessed burden within reason", I believe, refers to a harvest of some sort. I picture fields of wheat needing sowing and a community coming together in helping ("becomes a burden borne of one and all").
I've chuckled to myself thinking of this song as a sort of communist anthem. The tune itself certainly has a sense of a marching of sorts.
"A monument to build beneath the arbors" has me thinking of a wedding. A couple standing underneath an arbor committing themselves to one another certainly is a building of something monumental. Sorry. That's totally cheesy, I know.
"Let every vessel pitching hard towards starboard, Lay it's head on summer's freckled knees." The homecoming toward the end of a long summer travel season. I love the lyric about summer having freckled knees. So brilliant.
Along with the wonders of a great harvest, a celebration in marriage and homecoming, death also falls upon this autumn season. "Lazy will the loam come from its hiding" is an amazing way of telling of the earth claiming this deceased child.
And the last verse brings it all back, "So raise a glass to turnings of the season, And watch it as it arcs towards the sun."
That's a nice thought about the wheat fields, but as someone that has been intimately involved with the death of a child (a star in the community) I think it is more reflective of the wonder and the beauty the child brought to the community. To mourn someone so outstanding is a blessed and strange burden. It's the whole loved-and-lost ideology.
That's a nice thought about the wheat fields, but as someone that has been intimately involved with the death of a child (a star in the community) I think it is more reflective of the wonder and the beauty the child brought to the community. To mourn someone so outstanding is a blessed and strange burden. It's the whole loved-and-lost ideology.
Nothing can match it. It's inexplicable unless it's happened to you. Shakespeare, who lost a child, said in Much Ado About Nothing, no one can speak on it with any authority who hasn't endured it. True that.
Nothing can match it. It's inexplicable unless it's happened to you. Shakespeare, who lost a child, said in Much Ado About Nothing, no one can speak on it with any authority who hasn't endured it. True that.