Category Archives: Poetry

FOR each ecstatic instant

We must an anguish pay

In keen and quivering ratio

To the ecstasy.

 

For each beloved hour

Sharp pittances of years,

Bitter contested farthings

And coffers heaped with tears.

-Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems, 1924. Part One – Life. XXXVII

Creating

I love looking at this chart because in my view, it simply serves to reinforce the notion that we alone can know ourselves and, consequently, what is best for us. There is no one right way – to produce, to love, to live – but only our way.

(chart from the ever-superlative http://www.brainpickings.org)