The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet.

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...

By Frithjof Schuon

11 July

The Voyage

But the real travelers are those who leave for leaving’s sake; their hearts are light as balloons, they never diverge from the path of their fate...

By Charles Baudelaire

10 July

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I...

By W. B. Yeats

09 July

To a Historian

You who celebrate bygones! Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races—the life that has exhibited itself; Who have treated of man as the creature of...

By Walt Whitman

08 July

The Death of the Poor

It is Death which consoles men, alas, and keeps them alive. Death is the aim of life; it is the only hope which, like an elixir,...

By Charles Baudelaire

07 July

Home

I have a need of silence and of stars. Too much is said too loudly. I am dazed. The silken road of whirled infinity Is lost in voices shouting...

By William Alexander Percy

06 July

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak...

By Max Ehrmann

05 July

The Paradox

NO lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect lover ; He thinks that else none can or will agree, That any loves but he ; I...

By John Donne

04 July

The End of the Day

Under a bleak white light she runs, dances and writhes without reason – Life, shameless and shrill. And so, as soon as on the horizon Voluptuous night...

By Charles Baudelaire

03 July