Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnet 39: Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace
Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which years have beat thus blanchingly With their rains), and behold … Continue reading
Kahlil Gibran- The Prophet, On Beauty
And a poet said, “Speak to us of Beauty.” Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And … Continue reading
Percy Bysshe Shelley: Music, when soft voices die
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for … Continue reading
Sara Teasdale, Blue Squills
How many million Aprils came Before I ever knew How white a cherry bough could be, A bed of squills, how blue. And many a dancing April When life is … Continue reading
Robert Louis Stevenson, Flower God, God of the Spring
Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in April Cold, grey-headed; and still to my Heart, Spring comes … Continue reading
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe, The Holy Longing
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent, because the mass man will mock it right away. I praise what is truly alive, what longs to be burned to death. … Continue reading
You Can’t Go Home Again, Thomas Wolfe
Some things will never change. Some things will always be the same. Lean down your ear upon the earth and listen. The voice of forest water in the night, a … Continue reading
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