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When I die and you, meadow, Become something strange to me, There will be better meadows For the better self I'll be. And the flowers that are beautiful In the fields I see down here Will be stars of many colors In the vast fields there. And perhaps my heart, seeing That other nature, more natural Than the vision that fooled us Into thinking it was real, Will, like a bird at last alighting On a branch, look back and recall This flight of existence As nothing at all. ~ Fernando Pessoa

Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill: For there the mystical brotherhood Of sun and moon and hollow and wood And river and stream work out their will; And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight; And love is less kind than the grey twilight, And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn. Excerpt: "Into the Twilight" ~ W. B. Yeats

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Puffed like an adder. Deflated like a balloon. Tiny or huge, you are never the right size. A little man or woman, you strut, you speak, you want. You have delusions. O little one, look at yourself, posturing and ridiculous. Go now, please go. But no, without You, what would I be? That is the question I cannot answer until I am changed into particle or star, and you, you drift away as if you had never been there at all. "Riddle" ~ Elizabeth Spires

Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn The language of the trees. That’s done indoors, Out of a book, which now you think of it Is one of the transformations of a tree. The words themselves are a delight to learn, You might be in a foreign land of terms Like samara, capsule, drupe, legume and pome, Where bark is papery, plated, warty or smooth. But best of all are the words that shape the leaves— Orbicular, cordate, cleft and reniform— And their venation—palmate and parallel— And tips—acute, truncate, auriculate. ........................................ And think also how funny knowledge is: You may succeed in learning many trees And calling off their names as you go by, But their comprehensive silence stays the same. Excerpt: "Learning the Trees" ~ Howard Nemerov

Wake up please, open yourself like a little umbrella ~ Donald Justice

It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes; The years will make me sad and cold, It is the happy heart that breaks. The heart asks more than life can give, When that is learned, then all is learned; The waves break fold on jewelled fold, But beauty itself is fugitive, It will not hurt me when I am old. ~ Sara Teasdale

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – 'Tis the Seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us of the Air – When it comes, the Landscape listens – Shadows – hold their breath – When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death – ~ Emily Dickinson

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving. -Albert Einstein