This stanza from a poem in Alicia Ostriker’s The Book of Seventy is shaped like what it is about: it is a thing of beauty.
we have almost escaped the rule of reason
we have almost returned
to the rule of beauty
I like the balance that is achieved and the subtle hint at referencing the “sublime” which is aligned with reason. And from my reading of Burke and Kant (refreshed by entries at Wikipedia, especially the one on the sublime) I remember that the pleasure of beauty derives from the passion of love and that the sublime’s frisson is met in the taming of fear. Such taming proceeds by way of repetition and detachment. In a way the sublime depends upon rehearsal and the carting away of death.
And so for day 864