OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask, (All straighter, liker Masks rejected—this preferr’d,) This common curtain of the face, contain’d in me for me, in you for you, in each for each, (Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tears—O heaven! The passionate, teeming plays this curtain hid!) This glaze of God’s serenest, purest...
The new day comes down from the far mountains, The morning wakening is out of twilight, Adorned and cheerful, and it smiles at humans, It pierces humans, gently, with delight. A new life for the future is unveiling, With blossom, sign of happy days, The wide valley, the earth seems to...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because...
Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow— ‘Shadow,’...
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. Emily Dickinson...
The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high a nd falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark MICHELANGELO (1475 – 1564)...
If you’ve regrets, and moderate emotions touch your heart, then halt your feet, while you can, at the first threshold. Crush the evil germs of sudden illness while they’re young, and prevent your horse’s gallop at the start. For time gives strength, time ripens tender grapes, and creates healthy crops...
For we have no steersmen here among Phaeacia’s crews or steering-oars that guide your common craft. Our ships know in a flash their mates’ intentions, know all ports of call and all the rich green fields. With wings of the wind they cross the sea’s huge...
Too bad that, cut out as you are for grand and noble acts, this unfair fate of yours never offers encouragement, always denies you success; that cheap habits get in your way, pettiness, or indifference. And how terrible the day you give in (the day you let go and give in) and take...
Days to come stand in front of us like a row of lighted candles— golden, warm, and vivid candles. Days gone by fall behind us, a gloomy line of snuffed-out candles; the nearest are smoking still, cold, melted, and bent. I don’t want to look at them: their shape saddens me, and it...
