When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.
Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.
I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects.
The trains roared by like projectiles level on the darkness, fuming and burning, making the valley clang with their passage. They were gone, and the lights of the towns and villages glittered in silence.
Many a bit we passed in our ignorance, in the days when we could see no metal but what glittered on the surface . . .
Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good Morning,' and he glittered when he walked. And he was richyes, richer than a king And admirably schooled in every grace In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Tree and Stone glittered, without shadows.My finger-length grew lucent as glass.I started to bud like a March twigAn arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.From stone to cloud, so I ascended.