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Sand And Foam
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· Dec 22
I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam.
The high tide will erase my foot-prints, And the wind will blow away the foam. But the sea and the shore will remain Forever.
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The high tide will erase my foot-prints, And the wind will blow away the foam. But the sea and the shore will remain Forever.
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Poetry is wisdom that enchants the heart.
Wisdom is poetry that sings in the mind.
If we could enchant man’s heart and at the same time sing in his mind,
Then in truth he would live in the shadow of God.
Wisdom is poetry that sings in the mind.
If we could enchant man’s heart and at the same time sing in his mind,
Then in truth he would live in the shadow of God.
December 14, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Poetry is wisdom that enchants the heart.
Wisdom is poetry that sings in the mind.
If we could enchant man’s heart and at the same time sing in his mind,
Then in truth he would live in the shadow of God.
Wisdom is poetry that sings in the mind.
If we could enchant man’s heart and at the same time sing in his mind,
Then in truth he would live in the shadow of God.
There is neither religion nor science beyond beauty.
December 14, 2025 at 10:06 AM
There is neither religion nor science beyond beauty.
Once I saw the face of a woman, and I beheld all her children not yet born.
And a woman looked upon my face and she knew all my forefathers, dead before she was born.
And a woman looked upon my face and she knew all my forefathers, dead before she was born.
December 14, 2025 at 4:05 AM
Once I saw the face of a woman, and I beheld all her children not yet born.
And a woman looked upon my face and she knew all my forefathers, dead before she was born.
And a woman looked upon my face and she knew all my forefathers, dead before she was born.
Oftentimes I have hated in self-defense; but if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.
December 13, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Oftentimes I have hated in self-defense; but if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.
Even the hands that make crowns of thorns are better than idle hands.
December 13, 2025 at 4:05 PM
Even the hands that make crowns of thorns are better than idle hands.
Once I said to a poet, “We shall not know your worth until you die.”
And he answered saying, “Yes, death is always the revealer. And if indeed you would know my worth it is that I have more in my heart than upon my tongue, and more in my desire than in my hand.”
And he answered saying, “Yes, death is always the revealer. And if indeed you would know my worth it is that I have more in my heart than upon my tongue, and more in my desire than in my hand.”
December 13, 2025 at 10:03 AM
Once I said to a poet, “We shall not know your worth until you die.”
And he answered saying, “Yes, death is always the revealer. And if indeed you would know my worth it is that I have more in my heart than upon my tongue, and more in my desire than in my hand.”
And he answered saying, “Yes, death is always the revealer. And if indeed you would know my worth it is that I have more in my heart than upon my tongue, and more in my desire than in my hand.”
A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune.
December 13, 2025 at 4:03 AM
A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune.
When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake I disturbed its surface with countless circles.
But when I reached the depths I became very still.
But when I reached the depths I became very still.
December 12, 2025 at 10:03 PM
When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake I disturbed its surface with countless circles.
But when I reached the depths I became very still.
But when I reached the depths I became very still.
Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.
December 12, 2025 at 4:03 PM
Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.
Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.
December 12, 2025 at 10:03 AM
Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.
You are truly a forgiver when you forgive murderers who never spill blood, thieves who never steal, and liars who utter no falsehood.
December 12, 2025 at 4:02 AM
You are truly a forgiver when you forgive murderers who never spill blood, thieves who never steal, and liars who utter no falsehood.
After all this is not a bad prison; but I do not like this wall between my cell and the next prisoner’s cell;
Yet I assure you that I do not wish to reproach the warder not the Builder of the prison.
Yet I assure you that I do not wish to reproach the warder not the Builder of the prison.
December 11, 2025 at 10:01 PM
After all this is not a bad prison; but I do not like this wall between my cell and the next prisoner’s cell;
Yet I assure you that I do not wish to reproach the warder not the Builder of the prison.
Yet I assure you that I do not wish to reproach the warder not the Builder of the prison.
You are truly a forgiver when you forgive murderers who never spill blood, thieves who never steal, and liars who utter no falsehood.
December 11, 2025 at 4:02 PM
You are truly a forgiver when you forgive murderers who never spill blood, thieves who never steal, and liars who utter no falsehood.
It is the honor of the murdered that he is not the murderer.
December 11, 2025 at 10:02 AM
It is the honor of the murdered that he is not the murderer.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
December 11, 2025 at 4:02 AM
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
If you do not understand your friend under all conditions you will never understand him.
December 10, 2025 at 10:01 PM
If you do not understand your friend under all conditions you will never understand him.
Even the most winged spirit cannot escape physical necessity.
December 10, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Even the most winged spirit cannot escape physical necessity.
We choose our joys and our sorrows long before we experience them.
December 10, 2025 at 10:01 AM
We choose our joys and our sorrows long before we experience them.
Is there a greater fault than being conscious of the other person’s faults?
December 10, 2025 at 4:01 AM
Is there a greater fault than being conscious of the other person’s faults?
You cannot laugh and be unkind at the same time.
December 9, 2025 at 10:00 PM
You cannot laugh and be unkind at the same time.
Unless I am a physician among physicians they would not believe that I am an astronomer.
December 9, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Unless I am a physician among physicians they would not believe that I am an astronomer.
An individual is above man-made laws until he commits a crime against man-made conventions;
After that he is neither above anyone nor lower than anyone.
After that he is neither above anyone nor lower than anyone.
December 9, 2025 at 9:57 AM
An individual is above man-made laws until he commits a crime against man-made conventions;
After that he is neither above anyone nor lower than anyone.
After that he is neither above anyone nor lower than anyone.
I would not listen to a conqueror preaching to the conquered.
December 9, 2025 at 3:55 AM
I would not listen to a conqueror preaching to the conquered.
Should you care to write (and only the saints know why you should) you must needs have knowledge and art and music – the knowledge of the music of words, the art of being artless, and the magic of loving your readers.
December 8, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Should you care to write (and only the saints know why you should) you must needs have knowledge and art and music – the knowledge of the music of words, the art of being artless, and the magic of loving your readers.
Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth.
December 8, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth.