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29
Mar
But I find in the Nobel Award something more and something different from such recognition. It seems to me more the election of an individual, chosen from time to time from one nation or another, and selected by something like an act of grace, to fill a peculiar role and to become a peculiar symbol. […]
27
Mar
“Thus Swedenborg boasts that what he writes is new, though it is only the Contents or Index of already published books.
“A man carried a monkey about for a show, and because he was a little wiser than the monkey, grew vain, and conceived himself as much wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg: […]
20
Mar
During our whole childhood, Bridget Kilkenny, always called Bibby, from Augharan, Aughavas lived with us in London. She was a truly devout person. There was a time when numerous assaults and muggings were being reported where we lived, but she had an answer to this problem. She came to my mother and told her that […]
Time drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and the woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?
8
Mar
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What […]
8
Mar
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thr’ all its regions
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts […]
8
Mar
The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.
She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone
For the first time, now for the first time seen.
8
Mar
All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed waste-paper baskets
unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
7
Mar
From my window I can see a white mulberry tree, a tree that fascinates me and was one of the reasons why I moved here. Mulberry is a generous plant - it feeds dozens of bird families with its sweet and healthy fruit all spring and summer. But now the mulberry has no leaves, so […]
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