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Magpiety
by Czeslaw Milosz
The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forests Amazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne, Has in no way diminished my amazement. A magpie was screeching and I said: Magpiety? What is magpiety? I shall never achieve A magpie heart, a hairy nostril over the beak, a flight That always renews just when coming down, And so I shall never comprehend magpiety. If however magpiety does not exist My nature does not exist either. Who would have guessed that, centuries later, I would invent the question of universals?
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a pretty a day by E. E. Cummings
a pretty a day (and every fades) is here and away (but born are maids to flower an hour in all,all)o yes to flower until so blithe a doer a wooer some limber and lithe some very fine mower a tall;tallsome jerry so very (and nellie and fan) some handsomest harry (and sally and nan they tremble and cower so pale:pale)for betty was born to never say nay but lucy could learn and lily could pray and fewer were shyer than doll. doll
The Song Of Princess
Zeb-Un-Nissa In Praise Of Her Own Beauty
by Sarojini Naidu
WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil, The roses turn with envy pale, And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain, Send forth their fragrance like a wail.Or if perchance one perfumed tress Be lowered to the wind's caress, The honeyed hyacinths complain, And languish in a sweet distress.And, when I pause, still groves among, (Such loveliness is mine) a throng Of nightingales awake and strain Their souls into a quivering song.
A Moments Indulgence by Rabindranath Tagore
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
Cinderella
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels, Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels Begin on tilted violins to spanThe whole revolving tall glass palace hall Where guests slide gliding into light like wine; Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,And glided couples all in whirling trance Follow holiday revel begun long since, Until near twelve the strange girl all at once Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the princeAs amid the hectic music and cocktail talk She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.Sylvia Plath
Alone by Maya Angelou
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone.Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.
If ever you think of me out of the blue, just remember it's all the kisses I've blown in the air finally catching up with you!
by Christina
Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe 1749-1832, German Poet, Dramatist, Novelist
If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.Albert Einstein
You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.Aeschylus Greek, Poet Quotes
Everybody believes in something and everybody, by virtue of the fact that they believe in something, uses that something to support their own existence.Frank Zappa American, Musician Quotes
Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens by Jack Prelutsky Last night I dreamed of chickens, there were chickens everywhere, they were standing on my stomach, they were nesting in my hair, they were pecking at my pillow, they were hopping on my head, they were ruffling up their feathers as they raced about my bed.They were on the chairs and tables, they were on the chandeliers, they were roosting in the corners, they were clucking in my ears, there were chickens, chickens, chickens for as far as I could see... when I woke today, I noticed there were eggs on top of me.
Cloony The Clown by Shel Silverstein
I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown Who worked in a circus that came through town. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke. And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!" And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep. And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees With "Hah-Hah-Hahs" and "Hee-Hee-Hees." They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks, They laughed all day, they laughed all week, They laughed until they had a fit, They laughed until their jackets split. The laughter spread for miles around To every city, every town, Over mountains, 'cross the sea, From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after, While Cloony stood in the circus tent, With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. And he said,"THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT - I'M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT." And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.
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Asking For Roses by Robert Frost
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster; It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary; 'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.' 'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy, 'But one we must ask if we want any roses.'So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly There in the hush of the wood that reposes, And turn and go up to the open door boldly, And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?' 'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses. 'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you! 'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses.'A word with you, that of the singer recalling-- Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is A flower unplucked is but left to the falling, And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.'We do not loosen our hands' intertwining (Not caring so very much what she supposes), There when she comes on us mistily shining And grants us by silence the boon of her roses
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Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.Aeschylus Greek, Poet Quotes
As soon as I hear music, something in me starts to vibrate.Suzanne Farrell American, Dancer Quotes
My Papa's Waltz by Theodore Roethke The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy.We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself.The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle.You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.
Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost. Isak Dineson, 'Babette's Feast'
Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.St. Francis of Assisi Italian, Saint Quotes
"Somewhere Over the Rainbow" music by Harold Arlen and lyrics by E.Y. Harburg Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue, And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true.Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far Behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me.Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I?If happy little bluebirds fly Beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I?
Men by Maya Angelou
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men. Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always Going somewhere. They knew I was there. Fifteen Years old and starving for them. Under my window, they would pause, Their shoulders high like the Breasts of a young girl, Jacket tails slapping over Those behinds, Men.One day they hold you in the Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you Were the last raw egg in the world. Then They tighten up. Just a little. The First squeeze is nice. A quick hug. Soft into your defenselessness. A little More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a Smile that slides around the fear. When the Air disappears, Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly, Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered. It is your juice That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes. When the earth rights itself again, And taste tries to return to the tongue, Your body has slammed shut. Forever. No keys exist.Then the window draws full upon Your mind. There, just beyond The sway of curtains, men walk. Knowing something. Going someplace. But this time, I will simply Stand and watch.Maybe.
A perfection of means, and confusion of aims, seems to be our main problem.
Albert Einstein German, Physicist Quotes
Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to believe. Laurence J. Peter (1919 - 1988), misquoting Sir Walter Scott
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Let your desires be ruled by reason. (Appetitus Rationi Pareat) Cicero (106 BC - 43 BC)
So you see, imagination needs moodling - long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering. Brenda Ueland
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, hey girl, magenta! and she's like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, no - I want magenta!John Mayer American Singer & Song Writer 1977
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It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.Henry James 1843-1916, American Author
Light by Rabindranath Tagore Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.
I noticed an almost universal trait among Super Achievers, and it was what I call Sensory Goal Vision. These people knew what they wanted out of life, and they could sense it multidimensionally before they ever had it. They could not only see it, but also taste it, smell it, and imagine the sounds and emotions associated with it. They pre-lived it before they had it. And the sharp, sensory vision became a powerful driving force in their lives.Stephen Devore
No two on earth in all things can agree. All have some daring singularity.Winston Churchill 1874-1965, British Statesman, Prime Minister
Only the curious will learn and only the resolute overcome the obstacles to learning. The quest quotient has always excited me more than the intelligence quotient. Eugene S. Wilson
When you close your doors, and make darkness within, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; nay, God is within, and your genius is within. And what need have they of light to see what you are doing? Epictetus (55 AD - 135 AD), Discourses
Never give in! Never give in! Never, never, never, never -- in nothing great or small, large or petty. Never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.Winston Churchill 1874-1965, British Statesman, Prime Minister
Colored Toys by Rabindranath Tagore When I bring to you colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints ---when I give colored toys to you, my child.When I sing to make you dance I truly now why there is music in leaves, and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth ---when I sing to make you dance.When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice ---when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body ---when I kiss you to make you smile
Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. Henry Miller (1891 - 1980)
"the seeming simplicity of a masterpiece is sure proof of its grace"
Garbrielle Chanel
Lost Star by Rabindranath Tagore
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang ..Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!'But one cried of a sudden ---..It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light and one of the stars has been lost.'The golden string of their harp snapped, their song stopped, and they cried in dismay ---..Yes, that lost star was the best, she was the glory of all heavens!'From that day the search is unceasing for her, and the cry goes on from one to the other that in her the world has lost its one joy!Only in the deepest silence of night the stars smile and whisper among themselves ---..Vain is this seeking! unbroken perfection is over all!'
One’s-Self I Sing. by Walt Whitman
ONE’S-SELF I sing—a simple, separate Person; Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.Of Physiology from top to toe I sing; Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse—I say the Form complete is worthier far; The Female equally with the male I sing.Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful—for freest action form’d, under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing.