Nature and Elements

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

 

Rain falls into the open eyes of the dead

 

The ghosts of the villages trail in the sky Making a new twilight.

 

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine,

 

To see the earth as we now see it, small and blue and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the unending night—brothers who see now they are truly brothers.

 

John Thomas says good-night to Lady Jane, a little droopingly, but with a hopeful heart.

 

I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope .

 

Do you know why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.

 

Time and space are fragments of the infinite for the use of finite creatures.

If your life at night is good, you think you have / Everything; but, if in that quarter things go wrong, / You will consider your best and truest interests /

A hush is over everything— / Silent as women wait for love, / The world is waiting for the spring.

There is no object on earth which cannot be looked at from a cosmic point of view.

Art is the flower of life and, as seed, it gives back life.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.

The hens they all cackle, the roosters all beg, But I will not hatch, I will not hatch.

There's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth.

A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling.

For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imaginations, we learned to talk.

There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone. J. R. R.

The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn. J.R.R.

 

Nature herself has never attempted to effect great changes rapidly.

Horses lend us the wings we lack.

 

A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.

The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy.