The Rose-Bush

A child sleeps under a rose-bush fair, The buds swell out in the soft May air; Sweetly it rests, and on dream-wings flies To play with the angels in Paradise. And the years glide by. A Maiden stands by the rose-bush fair, The dewy blossoms perfume the air; She presses her hand...

By Johann Ludwig Uhland
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24 August


Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit witlings deride thee, And the steersman drop idly his hand at the helm. Ever and ever to westward! there must the coast be discovered, If it but lie distinct, luminous lie in thy mind. Trust to the God that leads thee, and follow the...

By Friedrich von Schiller
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07 October

The Laughing Heart

Your life is your life Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. Be on the watch. There are ways out. There is a light somewhere. It may not be much light but It beats the darkness. Be on the watch. The gods will offer you chances. Know them. Take them. You can’t beat death but You...

By Charles Bukowski
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23 September

Where is My Dwelling Place?

Where is my dwelling place? Where I can never stand. Where is my final goal, toward which I should ascend? It is beyound all place. What should my quest then be? I must, transcending God, into the desert flee. Angelus Silesius...

By Angelus Silesius
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29 August

The Wanderer

I come down from the mountains The valley dims, the sea roars. I wander silently and am somewhat unhappy. And my sighs always ask "where?" The sun seems so cold to me here, The flowers faded, the life old, And what they say has an empty sound; I am a stranger everywhere. Where...

By George Philip Schmidt
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01 August

A Finite Image of Infinity

A finite image of Infinity: This is the nature of all poetry. all human work to its last limit tends; Its archetype in Heaven never ends. What is the sense of Beauty and of Art? To show the way into our inmost Heart. The singing of a bird came from the...

By Frithjof Schuon
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11 July