RAINBOW
This
poem was written to include younger readers and make an imaginative
version of the "rainbow colours". Science speaks of colour
in purely quantitative terms like wavelengths of the electromagnetic
spectrum. The qualities of the experience of colour are simply
regarded as brain biology or subjective psychology. However, there is,
I think, something in the varied qualities of
different colours that is not wholly subjective and does not fit into
these categories. I believe Goethe explored this dimension in his
colour theory.
photo Scrivener
RAINBOW
Red is the western
setting sun
That rays through
spreading mist and haze,
Descending when the
day is done,
With its fine face
of flame ablaze.
But golden-orange at
the dawn,
It brings its
world-beholding light,
Bestowing glowing
rays to warm
And waken all the
world from night.
It makes the
dandelions all gleam
Bright yellow in the
fields. They glow,
In every streaming,
sunny beam,
Like little suns on
earth below.
It lights up all the
forest leaves
That cluster with
their sparkling greens,
And rustle in the
passing breeze
Where vast trees
cover far-off scenes.
And it illumines all
the sky,
The beautiful,
light-dreaming blue,
Where distant eagles
soar on high,
On heaven's
boundless, soothing view.
And it shines on the
indigo,
Wide sea,
illuminating views
Where endless waves
that foam and flow
Move over ocean's
broad, dark blues.
And when the shining
sun has set,
And final light dies
on dusk's sky,
There shines a
deepening, fine violet,
As gleaming stars
appear on high.
Now when the rain's
last passing showers
Are lit by westward
sun's bright glow,
They throw an arch
of misty powers
In bands of rainbow
colour flow-
Red, orange, yellow,
green and blue,
And indigo and
violet too-
Life's feeling
sheen, the shining bow,
The shimmer of the
soul aglow.
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