Poetry

Once through the forest Alone I went; To seek for nothing My thoughts were bent.   I saw i' the shadow A flower stand there As stars it glisten'd, As eyes 'twas fair.   I sought to pluck it,-- It gently said: "Shall I be gather'd Only to fade?"   With all its roots I dug it with care, And took it...

Learn the simplest things! For you whose time has come it is never too late! Learn your ABC, it is not enough, but learn it! Do not let it discourage you, begin! You must know everything! You must take over the leadership! Learn, man in the asylum! Learn, man in prison! Learn, wife...

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?   I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.   In the...

Nero wasn’t worried at all when he heard the utterance of the Delphic Oracle: “Beware the age of seventy-three.” Plenty of time to enjoy himself still. He’s thirty. The deadline the god has given him is quite enough to cope with future dangers. Now, a little tired, he’ll return to Rome— but wonderfully...

To laugh often and much;   To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;   To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;   To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;   To...

Whatever you do , wherever you act, whichever race you come from, being mine or a stranger, of the evil! In front of you, you will always have me, you run behind me, do not make your running faster and be out of breath. Remember me, Such the law: the pedestrian area of a concern you'll be, and...

Come back often and take hold of me, sensation that I love come back and take hold of me— when the body’s memory awakens and an old longing again moves into the blood, when lips and skin remember and hands feel as though they touch again. Come back often, take hold...

Detested by both men and gods, like nobles who have bitterly decayed, the Verlaines wither; wealth remains to them, of rich and silvery . With 'Les Chatiments' the Hugos are intoxicated by their terrible Olympian revenge. But I shall write a sorrowful ballade to the forgotten poets. Though the Poes have lived in...

“Negative attachments, Richard. If you really want to remove a cloud from your life, you do not make a big production out of it, you just relax and remove it from your thinking. That’s all there is to it.” A cloud does not know why it moves in just...

I used to worship the gods grudgingly, and not often, a wanderer expert in a crazy wisdom, but now I am forced to sail back and once again go over the course I had left behind. For Jupiter who usually parts the clouds with the fire of his lightning has driven...

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