And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant,
insufferable master.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant,
insufferable master.
Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.
A severed hand Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars and his history... for contemplation or in fact... Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, not man Apart from that, or else you will share man's pitiful confusions, or drown in despair when his days darken.
I believe that the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, therefore parts of one organic whole. (This is physics, I believe, as well as religion.) The parts change and pass, or die, people and races and rocks and stars none of them seems to me important it itself, but only the whole. The whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it, and to think of it as divine. It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love and that there is peace, freedom, I might say a kind of salvation, in turning one's affections outward toward this one God, rather than inwards on one's self, or on humanity, or on human imaginations and abstractions - the world of the spirits.
Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right away from humanity,
Let that doll lie.
I have quieted love; for love of the people
I would not do it.
To feel greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural; Beauty, is the sole business of poetry. The rest's diversion those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas, The love, lust, longing reasons, but not the reason.
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