Elegy

…All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind Don’t hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky It slips away, and all your money won’t another minute buy. Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind… — from Dust in the Wind, lyrics by Kansas This post focuses on how the significance of a twelfth-century poem has shifted over time and geography according to its audiences.