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Tag: poetry, self

Here in this endless and gleaming wildernessI was removed farther than ever from the world of men –And I never saw so close and so clearlyThe image in the mirror of my own soul.

Rainer Maria Rilke

I want to unfold.I don’t want to be folded anywhere,because where I am folded,there I am a lie.

Cecil Day-Lewis

And yet this self, containsTides, continents and stars―a myriad selves,Is small and solitary as one grass-bladePassed over by the windAmongst a myriad grasses on the prairie.

Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel’s prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o’er the starlit sea.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Not in the clamor of the crowded street,Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing.

Christina Rossetti

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.

Rainer Maria Rilke

I want to unfold.I don’t want to be folded anywhere,because where I am folded,there I am a lie.

Cecil Day-Lewis

And yet this self, containsTides, continents and stars―a myriad selves,Is small and solitary as one grass-bladePassed over by the windAmongst a myriad grasses on the prairie.

Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel’s prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o’er the starlit sea.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Not in the clamor of the crowded street,Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.