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