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Gitanjali "Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable. Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill." Rabindranath Tagore

The Road Not Taken "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." Robert Frost

He fumbles... "He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow, By fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten, Your brain to bubble cool, -- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul." Emily Dickinson

0 Martyred Spirit "O MARTYRED Spirit of this helpless Whole, Who dost by pain for tyranny atone, And in the star, the atom, and the stone, Purgest the primal guilt, and in the soul; Rich but in grief, thou dost thy wealth unroll, And givest of thy substance to thine own, Mingling the love, the laughter, and the groan In the large hollow of the heaven's bowl. Fill full my cup; the dregs and honeyed brim I take from thy just hand, more worthy love For sweetening not the draught for me or him. What in myself I am, that let me prove; Relent not for my feeble prayer, nor dim The burning of thine altar for my hymn." George Santayana

Ignorant Before the Heavens of My Life "Ignorant before the heavens of my life, I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still. As if I didn't exist. Do I have any share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with their pure effect? Does my blood's ebb and flow change with their changes? Let me put aside every desire, every relationship except this one, so that my heart grows used to its farthest spaces. Better that it live fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than as if protected, soothed by what is near." Rainer Maria Rilke

CHE FECE...IL GRAN RIFIUTO "To certain people there comes a day When they must say the great Yes or the great No He who has the Yes ready within him Reveals himself at once, and saying it he crosses over To the path of honor and his own conviction He who refuses does not repent. Should he be asked again He would say No again. And yet that No The right No - crushes him for the rest of his life" Constantine P. Cavafy

ITHACA "When you start on your journey to Ithaca Hope your road is a long one Full of adventure, full of discovery Laistrygonians, Cyclops, Angry Poseidon, don't be afraid of them You'll never find things like that on your way As long as you keep your thoughts raised high As long as a rare excitement Stirs your spirit and your body Laistrygonians, Cyclops, wild Poseidon, you won't encounter them Unless you bring them along inside your soul Unless your soul sets them up in front of you Hope your road is a long one May there be many summer mornings when With what pleasure, what joy You enter harbors you're seeing for the first time May you stop at Phoenician trading stations To buy fine things Mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony As many sensual perfumes as you can And may you visit many Egyptian cities To learn and go on learning from their scholars Keep Ithaka always in your mind Arriving there is what you're destined for But don't hurry the journey at all Better if it lasts for years So you're old by the time you reach the island Wealthy with all you've gained on the way Not expecting Ithaka to make you rich Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey Without her you wouldn't have set out She has nothing left to give you now And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not defrauded you And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you Wise as you will have become, so full of experience You'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean" Constantine P. Cavafy

FEARLESS "You say the hill's to steep to climb Try climbing You say you'd like to see me Try climbing You choose the place and I'll pick the time In my own way Just wait around for the right day And as I rise above the tree line In the clouds I go down Hear the sound Of the things you said Today Fearlessly the idiot Faced the crowd Smiling Merciless the magistrate Turns around frowning And who's the fool Who wears the crown And as you rise above the Fear lines in your brow You go down Hear the sound Of the faces in the Ground" Pink Floyd

AS MUCH AS YOU CAN "And if you cannot make your life as you want it At least try this As much as you can, do not disgrace it In the crowding contact with the world In the many movements and all the talk Do not disgrace it by taking it Dragging it around often and exposing it To the daily folly Of relationships and associations Till it becomes like an alien burdensome life" Constantine P. Cavafy

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