To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
I’ll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time.
Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved—the site of it by architect could not again be proved.
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.
Topics: Giving, Meaning, Kindness, Living, Purpose, Heart, Helpfulness, Service
Great Spirit, give to me a heaven not so large as yours but large enough for me.
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Then there’s a pair of us?
Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you know!
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
I tasted – careless – then –
I did not know the Wine
Came once a World – Did you?
Oh, had you told me so –
This Thirst would blister – easier – now
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.
That love is all there is is all we know of love.
Opinion is a flitting thing
But Truth outlasts the Sun.
Beauty is not caused, – it is;
Chase it and it ceases,
Chase it not and it abides…
This is the Hour of Lead—
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—
First—Chill—then Stupor—then the letting go—.
The Brain – is wider than the Sky –
For – put them side by side –
The one the other will contain
With ease – and You – beside….
The Brain is just the weight of God –
For – Heft them – Pound for Pound –
And they will differ – if they do –
As Syllable from Sound.
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
Topics: Last Words
Assent—and you are sane—, demur—you’re straightway dangerous—, and handled with a Chain—.
A mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
Topics: Excitement, Joy
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
A letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal friend?
I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes – I wonder if it weighs like mine – or has an easier size.
How the old mountains drip with sunset,
And the brake of dun!
How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel
By the wizard sun!
How the old steeples hand the scarlet,
Till the ball is full,—
Have I the lip of the flamingo
That I dare to tell?
Then, how the fire ebbs like billows,
Touching all the grass
With a departing, sapphire feature,
As if a duchess pass!
How a small dusk crawls on the village
Till the houses blot;
And the odd flambeaux no men carry
Glimmer on the spot!
Now it is night in nest and kennel,
And where was the wood,
Just a dome of abyss is nodding
These are the visions baffled Guido;
Titian never told;
Domenichino dropped the pencil,
Powerless to unfold.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
A word is dead
When it is said,
I say it just
Begins to live
For Love is Immortality.
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
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