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Death ~ Tagore

Say not in grief that she is no more
but say in thankfulness that she was
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,
but the putting out of the lamp
because the dawn has come.– R. Tagore
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T’s So Much Joy ~ Emily Dickinson

T's So Much Joy
 

 Emily Dickinson
 

 ‘T is so much joy! ‘T is so much joy!
 If I should fail, what poverty!
 And yet, as poor as I
 Have ventured all upon a throw;
 Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
 This side the victory!
 Life is but life, and death but death!
 Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
 And if, indeed, I fail,
 At least to know the worst is sweet.
 Defeat means nothing but defeat,
 No drearier can prevail!
 And if I gain, – oh, gun at sea,
 Oh, bells that in the steeples be,
 At first repeat it slow!
 For heaven is a different thing
 Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
 And might o’erwhelm me so!

Troubled ~ Hafiz

TROUBLED 

Hafiz

Troubled?
Then stay with me, for I’m not. 
Lonely? 
A thousand naked amorous ones dwell in ancient caves
Beneath my eyelids. 
Riches? 
Here’s a pick, 
My whole body is an emerald that begs,
“Take me.” 
Write all that worries you on a piece of parchment; 
Offer it to God. 
Even from the distance of a millennium I can lean the flame in my heart
Into your life And turn 
All that frightens you 
Into holy 
Incense 
Ash.

Hope ~ Emily Dickinson

Hope

Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
 That perches in the soul
 And sings the tune without the words
 And never stops at all,
 And sweetest in the gale is heard;
 And sore must be the storm
 That could abash the little bird
 That kept so many warm.
 I’ve heard it in the chillest land
 And on the strangest sea,
 Yet never, in extremity,
 It asked a crumb of me.

The Gladness of Nature ~ William Cullen Bryant

The Gladness of Nature

IS this a time to be cloudy and sad, 
When our mother Nature laughs around; 
When even the deep blue heavens look glad, 
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, 
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky; 
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den, 
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The clouds are at play in the azure space, 
And their shadows at play on the bright green vale, 
And here they stretch to the frolic chase, 
And there they roll on the easy gale.
There’s a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, 
There’s a titter of winds in that beechen tree, 
There’s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, 
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles 
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray, 
On the leaping waters and gay young isles; 
Ay, look, and he’ll smile thy gloom away.

William Cullen Bryant

Gifts ~ Sara Teasdale

Gifts


Sara Teasdale


  I gave my first love laughter,
   I gave my second tears,
  I gave my third love silence
   Through all the years.
  My first love gave me singing,
   My second eyes to see,
  But oh, it was my third love
   Who gave my soul to me.