Ralph Waldo Emerson

The true poem is the poet's mind.

The true poem is the poet's mind.

Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that
intense light will not make it read more

Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that
intense light will not make it beautiful.

Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.

Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems read more

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Fear always springs from ignorance.

Fear always springs from ignorance.