(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries, I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)...
Keep your splendid silent sun, Keep your woods O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods, Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and orchards, Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields where the Ninth-month bees hum; Give me faces and streets--give me these phantoms incessant and endless along the trottoirs!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.... I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If, for some reason, you want to feel completely out of step with the rest of the world, the only thing to do is sit around a cock...tail lounge in the afternoon.... You sit around the gloom and have a few quiet, meditative drinks, get everything figured out. Then you go out and the sun hits you. And you feel like something that's been drinking in a gopher hole.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Content thee, howsoe'er, whose days are done; There lies not any troublous thing before,... Nor sight nor sound to war against thee more, For whom all winds are quiet as the sun, All waters as the shore.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before it...s door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goet...h down, and hasteth to the place where he arose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ah, Sun-flower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun,... Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done: Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »