For almost two years now, Americans have been confronted daily by ominous tidings. We are living through stressful times. Reading the news feels awful; ignoring it doesn’t feel right either.
Robert Browning: "Summum Bonum" All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem: In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea: Breath and bloom, shade and shine, wonder, … Continue reading Poem by Robert Browning: “Summum Bonum”
I too have drunk the poisoned cup, And felt the death-chill creep Until it reached my tortured heart That wanted sleep. But someone snatched the cup away And would not let me die. It is my heart alone that's dead, Not I.
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?—
Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward path had been lost. —Dante, The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Canto I