Ralph Waldo Emerson

Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an read more

Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

The earth laughs in flowers.

The earth laughs in flowers.

Whatever limits us, we call Fate

Whatever limits us, we call Fate

A person's life is limited but serving the people is limitless.
I want to devote my limited life to read more

A person's life is limited but serving the people is limitless.
I want to devote my limited life to serving the people
limitlessly.

The true poem is the poet's mind.

The true poem is the poet's mind.