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Brahma Post by :superwebbiz Category :Poems Author :Ralph Waldo Emerson Date :November 2010 Read :2130

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If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

(The end)
Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem: Brahma

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Nemesis Nemesis

Already blushes on thy cheekThe bosom thought which thou must speak;The bird, how far it haply roamBy cloud or isle, is flying home;The maiden fears, and fearing runsInto the charmed snare she shuns;And every man, in love or pride,Of his fate is never wide.Will a woman's fan the ocean smooth?Or prayers the stony Parcae soothe,Or coax the thunder from its mark?Or tapers light the chaos dark?In spite of Virtue and the Muse,Nemesis will have her dues,And all our struggles and our toilsTighter wind the giant coils.(The end)Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem: Nemesis

The Adirondacs The Adirondacs

The Adirondacs
A JOURNALDEDICATED TO MY FELLOW TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858 Wise and polite,--and if I drew Their several portraits, you would own Chaucer had no such worthy crew, Nor Boccace in Decameron.We crossed Champlain to Keeseville with our friends,Thence, in strong country carts, rode up the forksOf the Ausable stream, intent to reachThe Adirondac lakes. At Martin's BeachWe chose our boats; each man a boat and guide,--Ten men, ten guides, our company all told. Next morn, we swept with oars the Saranac,With skies of benediction, to Round Lake,Where all the sacred mountains drew around us,Tahawus, Seaward, MacIntyre, Baldhead,And other Titans without muse