I like the idea of a few samplings there, Milo.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. Eliot, from The Wasteland
The contradiction in every act,
The infinite task of the human heart.
Delmore Schwartz, from The One Who Would Take Man's Life in His Own Hands
We love the things we love for what they are.
Robert Frost, from Hyla Brook
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will neer Believe do what you Please
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
Theyd immediately Go out
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day
William Blake, from Auguries of Innocence (all punctuation and letter case his)
Expect poison from the standing water.
Joys impregnate. Sorrow brings forth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
Damn braces: Bless relaxes.
William Blake, from Proverbs of Hell
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Emily Dickinson, from My Life Closed Twice
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A quiet bower for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
John Keats, from Endymion
Your Happy Epeolatrist!
