me

 

for man to act as if his soul did see the very brightness of eternity

for man to act as if his love did burn above the spheres, even while it's in its urn...

. . .

in this a man a Seraphim exceeds

Gesù

 disse loro: "Non avete mai letto nelle Scritture: la pietra che gli edificatori hanno riprovata e quella ch'e divenuta pietra angolare"

The Book of Proverbs

Gracious words are as a honeycomb,

sweet to the soul,

healing to the bones.

In Thought

 

what a beautiful place 

Walt Whitman: "I Hear America Singing"

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,

The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,

The mason singing as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,

The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,

The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,

Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,

The day what belongs to the day --- at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

Velero "Del Poeta"

 

navegando

En el Estrecho del Poeta

en los brazos del DIVINO

con una corona de Luz

Psaume

Le Seigneur est mon berger

je ne manque de rien