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Poems about Philosophy
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Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind --
Learn this now before you are older: Don’t go through life with a chip on your shoulder,
Out of your love the fire of youth will rise.
In the chest, visions of the soul will rise.
in this mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life?”
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corne
I have fled from all, and none can now
My way, my wanderings see;
In the waters of purity, I melted like salt
Neither blasphemy, nor faith, nor conviction, nor
It’s as pleasing to me as, they say,
that golden apple was to the swift girl,
O MY heart! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master, is near you: wake, oh wake!
Run to the feet of your Beloved: for
Having drifted apart,
Why should folk
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,
Lamenting its banishment from its home:
Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.
UNWIND my riddle.
Cruel as hawks the hours fly;
You tell me this is God?
I tell you this is a printed list,
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
The darling sewed up my eyes so
I was here from the moment of the
When you are very old, at evening
You’ll sit and spin beside the fire, and say,
There's a wind up and a sighing along the waterside, And we're homeward bound at last on to-night's full tide:
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country
When He shows His Nature to His creation, into what mirror shall He enter? The burden of proclaiming the Unity not everyone bears; the desire of proclaiming the
What Stoick could his steely brest containe
(If Zeno self, or who were made beside
Here is this day,
Across the fields of darkness softly come
Once I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
as though the wings of a white vulture enfolded the sides
He is a link between this and the coming world. He is
I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
Empty hill not see person Yet hear person voice sound
limitations gone
since my mind fixed on the moon
STRANGE is it that the godless, who have sprung
From evil-doers, should fare prosperously,
Not stopping to mark the trail,
let me push even deeper
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