Showing posts with label self discovery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self discovery. Show all posts

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Fata Morgana. (Birds of Passage. Flight the Third) By Henry Wadsorth Longfellow

Fata Morgana. (Birds of Passage. Flight the Third)
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


O sweet illusions of song
    That tempt me everywhere,
In the lonely fields, and the throng
    Of the crowded thoroughfare!

I approach and ye vanish away,
    I grasp you, and ye are gone;
But ever by night and by day,
    The melody soundeth on.

As the weary traveller sees
    In desert or prairie vast,
Blue lakes, overhung with trees
    That a pleasant shadow cast;

Fair towns with turrets high,
    And shining roofs of gold,
That vanish as he draws nigh,
    Like mists together rolled —

So I wander and wander along,
    And forever before me gleams
The shining city of song,
    In the beautiful land of dreams.

But when I would enter the gate
    Of that golden atmosphere,
It is gone, and I wonder and wait
    For the vision to reappear.





Illusions we try to keep and some are best let go of. A link to read more is here. https://allpoetry.com/Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Throw Yourself Like a Seed by Miguel de Unamuno

Throw Yourself Like a Seed
by Miguel de Unamuno


Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit;
Sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate
That brushes your heel as it turns going by,
The man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant.

Now you are only giving food to that final pain

Which is slowly winding you in the nets of death,
But to live is to work, and the only thing which lasts
Is the work; start there, turn to the work.

Throw yourself like seed as you walk, and into your own field,
Don’t turn your face for that would be to turn it to death,
And do not let the past weigh down your motion.

Leave what’s alive in the furrow, what’s dead in yourself,
For life does not move in the same way as a group of clouds;
From your work you will be able one day to gather yourself.



I like this poem on so many levels. A link to read more is here. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miguel_de_Unamuno

Monday, July 4, 2011

Watching the moon by Izumi Shikibu

Watching the Moon
by Izumi Shikibu


translated by Jane Hirshfield
and Mariko Aratami



Watching the moon
at dawn
solitary, mid-sky,
I knew myself completely,
no part left out.




Thoughtful, lovely imagery. I've provided a couple of links to read more.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Izumi_Shikibu,http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/omori/court/izumi.html