It is an odd jealousy: but the poet finds himself not near enough to his object. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, from “Nature,” Nature and Selected Essays (Penguin Classics, 2003) Advertisements
The soul grows by subtraction, not addition. — Henry David Thoreau
I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest. — Walt Whitman, from “Native Moments,” Leaves of Grass: The Deathbed Edition (BOMC, 1992)
It might be lonelier without the Loneliness — Emily Dickinson, from “It Might Be Lonelier,” , The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Edited by Thomas H. Johnson. (Little,Brown and Company; Eighth printing edition 1960) Originally published 1890.
I Sing the Body Electric 1 I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul. Was it doubted that those… Continue reading Walt Whitman
The Brain — is wider than the Sky — For — put them side by side — The one the other will contain With ease — and You — beside — The Brain is deeper than the sea — For — hold them — Blue to Blue — The one the other will absorb —… Continue reading Emily Dickinson
The field cannot be well seen from within the field. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: IX. Circles (1841)