. . . what the average citizen can not or will not do, is enjoy solitude, to live simply, to crave nothing, and to share what he has when called upon. (16)
Henry Miller / Big Sur
And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Shelley
The extraordinary patience of things!
โฆthe people are a tide
That swells and in time will ebb, and all
Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty
Lives in the very grain of the granite
Robinson Jeffers
from โCarmel Pointโ
And when even dies, the million-tinted,
And the night has come, and planets glinted,
Lo, the valley hollow
Lamp-bestarred!
Robert Louis Stevenson
In the Highlands
There is a certain part of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.
Kundera / Immortality
reading Annie Dillard:
I have a taste for solitude, and silence, and for what Plotinus called โthe flight of the alone to the Alone.โ I have a taste for solitude.
Teaching a Stone to Talk, Expeditions and Encounters
Dayโs arches are crumbling into the autumn night.
The fire falls a little and the book is done.
The stillness is the stillness of the mind.
Slowly the room grows dark.
Wallace Stevens/ The Novel
Ah! I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill at sunset to see the forms of the mountains in the horizon, โ to behold and commune with something grander than man.
Thoreauโs Journal
August 14, 1854
54. ::2022::
โThe stimulus of reading is indispensable to meโฆeven if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.โ
Italo Calvino
If on a winterโs night a traveler
4.5/5 โญ๏ธ
Night is the proper and normal state of the special creation of which we form a part. The day, brief in duration as in space, is only proximity to a star.
Victor Hugo
There was only myself
and the world,
and it was I
who was leaving.
And what could I sing
then?
Oh, beautiful world!
I just lay there
and looked at it.
And then it grew dark.
That day was done with.
Mary Oliver
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gullโs way and the whaleโs way where the windโs like a whetted knife...
John Masefield
The weak sea wavered in her rocks and Venus hung over the west between the cliff-butts / Like the last angel of the world, the crystal night deepening.
Robinson Jeffers / Tamar
You ask me why I make my home in the mountain forest,
and I smile, and am silent,
and even my soul remains quiet:
it lives in the other world
which no one owns.
The peach trees blossom.
The water flows.
Li Po
We must learn to suffer what can not be avoided. Our life, like the harmony of the world, is composed of contrary things, also of diverse tones, sweet and harsh, keen and dull, soft and solemn.
Montaigne
Is it possible, after all, thatโฆthis world we live in is brimmed with wonders, and I and all mankind, beneath our garbs of common-placeness, conceal enigmas that the stars themselves, and perhaps the highest seraphim can not resolve?
#MelvilleMonday
Pierre, Book VII, viii