And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see each other, is every bit as wonderful. — Walt Whitman, from “Song of Myself,” Leaves of Grass (Simon Schuster, August 1st 2006) Originally published July 4th 1855.
Not knowing when the Dawn will come,I open every Door,Or has it Feathers, like a Bird,Or Billows, like a Shore— ― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown and Company January 30, 1976) First published January 1, 1890)
It is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem,—a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing. The thought and the form are equal in the order of time, but in… Continue reading Ralph Waldo Emerson
WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,I fear those realities are to melt from under your feet and hands;Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,Your true soul and body appear before me,They stand forth out of affairs—out of commerce, shops, law, science, work, farms, clothes,… Continue reading Walt Whitman,
To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations though Friends are if possible an event more fair. ― Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson late 1872.
“i love you much (most beautiful darling)” i love you much (most beautiful darling) more than anyone on the earth and ilike you better than everything in the sky —sunlight and singing welcome your coming although winter may be everywherewith such a silence and such a darknessnoone can quite begin to guess (except my life)… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
…what is that you express in your eyes?It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. — Walt Whitman, from “Song of Myself,” Leaves of Grass (Simon Schuster, August 1st 2006) Originally published July 4th 1855.
There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. — Victor Hugo
love is more thicker than forgetmore thinner than recallmore seldom than a wave is wetmore frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonlyand less it shall unbethan all the sea which onlyis deeper than the sea love is less always than to winless never than aliveless bigger than the least beginless littler than… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. ― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature and Selected Essays (CreateSpace Independent Publishing… Continue reading Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Vale of Soul-Making 