Reverend Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

    Excerpt from the poem "Each and All"

Anton Chekhov

 ...  Dear, honored bookcase, I salute thy existence, which for over one hundred years has served the glorious ideals of goodness and justice; thy silent appeal to fruitful endeavor, unflagging in the course of a hundred years, tearfully sustaining through generations of our family, courage and faith in a better future, and fostering in us ideals of goodness and social consciousness.  ...

 

GAYEV  -  The Cherry Orchard, Act I

Shakespeare's 88

 ...

That thou in loosing me, shall win much glory,

And I by this will be a gainer too,

For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,

The injuries that to myself I do,

Doing thee vantage, double vantage me.

     Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
    That, for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.

W. S. Merwin: "Grace Note"

It is at last any morning

not answering to a name

I wake before there is light

hearing once more that same 

music without repetition

or beginning playing

away into myself

in silence like a wave

a unison in its own

key that I seem 

to have heard before I

was listening but by the time

I hear it now it is gone

as when on a morning

alive with sunlight

almost at the year's end

a feathered breath a bird

flies in at the open window

then vanishes leaving me

believing what I do not see

Conversazione

Allora il SIGNORE dal seno della tempesta disse:

   Chi e costui che oscura i miei disegni con parole prive di senno? Cingiti i fianchi come un prode; io ti faro delle domande e tu insegnami!

   Dov' eri tu quando io fondavo la terra? Dillo, se hai tanta intelligenza. 

   Chi ne fisso le dimensioni, se lo sai, o chi tiro sopra di essa la corda da misurare?   

   Su che furono poggiate le sue fondamenta, o chi ne pose la pietra angolare, quando le stelle del mattino cantavano tutte assieme e tutti i figli di Dio alzavano grida di gioia?

. . .

   Lo sai di sicuro! Perche tu eri allora gia nato e il numero dei tuoi giorni e grande!

Nelle Tue Mani

 

Padre Clementissime,

nelle Tue mani

 rimetto

 il mio spirito.

. . .