THE POET A moody child and wildly wise Pursued the game with joyful eyes, Which chose, like meteors, their way, And rived the dark with private ray: They overleapt the horizon's edge, Searched with Apollo's privilege; Through man, and woman, and sea, and star, Saw the dance of nature forward far; Through worlds, and races, and terms, and times, Saw musical order, and pairing rhymes. Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
Ralph Waldo EmersonI wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThis body, full of faults, Has yet one great quality: Whatever it encounters in this temporal life depends upon one's actions.
Ralph Waldo EmersonIs all literature eavesdropping, and all art Chinese imitation? our life a custom, and our body borrowed, like a beggarโs dinner, from a hundred charities?
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe common experience is, that the man fits himself as well as he can to the customary details of that work or trade he falls into, and tends it as a dog turns a spit. Then he is part of the machine he moves; the man is lost.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe moment our discourse rises above the ground-line of familiar facts, and is inflamed with passion or exalted thought, it clothes itself in images. A man conversing in earnest, if he watch his intellectual processes, will find that always a material image, more or less luminous, arises in his mind, contemporaneous with every thought, which furnishes the vestment of the thought.... This imagery is spontaneous. It is the blending of experience with the present action of the mind. It is proper creation.
Ralph Waldo Emerson