O ME! O LIFE! BY WALT WHITMAN Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly...
WATER NEVER THE SAME Beside a flowing river sit and gaze, And see how it perpetually runs In wave on wave, in many thousand turns, As through the fields it takes its fluid ways. Thou’lt never see again the wave which first Flow’d by thee; water never the same;...
“Perhaps there is nothing which offers to the eye and the mind a more complete and more sorrowful representation of the world than the sea. In the first place, it is a picture of force in its wildest and most unconquerable form; it is a display, a luxury of...
7 Come, fill the Cup and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly – and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing. * * * * 12 A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,...
‘Their Lonely Betters’ As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade To all the noises that my garden made, It seemed to me only proper that words Should be withheld from vegetables and birds. A robin with no Christian name ran through The Robin-Anthem which was all it...
“Among Nietzsche’s works there is a strange book which bears the title Thus Spoke Zarathustra. It consists of 4 parts, written during the years 1883-85, each part in about 10 days, and conceived chapter by chapter on long walks – “with a feeling of inspiration, as though each sentence had been...
The Road Not Taken 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,...
“In 1968 dread was the currency. It was what kept you up all night, and not just the night Bobby Kennedy was shot… Dread was why every day could feel like a trap. (…) The feeling that the country was coming apart – that, for what looked and felt like...
“THE DISQUIETING MUSES” By Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) Painting by Giorgio de Chirico (1909-1978) “Mother, mother, what illbred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, that she Sent these ladies in her stead With heads like darning-eggs to nod And nod and...
“There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Travel may the poorest take Without opress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul…” EMILY DICKINSON (1830-1886) * * *...