Finally, our prompt for the day (optional, as always). Have you ever flipped to the index of a book and found it super interesting? Well, I have (yes, I live an exciting life!) For example, the other day I pulled from my shelf a copy of on old book that excerpts parts of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s journals. I took a look at the index, and found the following entry under “Man”:
For further information please see NaPoWriMo. My source is The Norton Anthology of English Literature: The Major Authors, 7th Ed.
About sufferring they were never wrong,
A little black thing among the snow,
I sit wondering if there is somewhere that is home.
Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold!
I’m merely looking for a warm place to sleep,
To dream of Air and Angels, not to experience bitter frost,
I’m An old, mad, blind, despised,and dying King,
Every where around the world I have seen,
In control of my own life, remembering —
A women’s face with Nature’s own hand painted.
I miss my Queen, Behold her, single in the field.
She’s gone on even when I cried:
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy.
But I jest, I could not stop her death,
Now I sit here in this park praying,
Come down, O Christ, and help me! Reach thy hand,
But this Darkling Thrush is on his own so frozen, he is burning hot,
Seeing her: Drink to me only with thine eyes —Faerie Queene,
Farewell: thou art to dear for my possessing.
My Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
There is a Folly of Being Comforted by your memories,
I Go and Catch A Falling Star in the bitter night,
Hoping it will warm these decaying bones,
Life went by quickly, so many Good-Morrows,
Those who know me would say:
He never expected much only prayed — A Hollow M[a]n,
How vainly me themselves amaze.
[I] would drink by myself had I some money,
I have no name I would think, as I Look into my Glass,
In this strange labyrinth [of life] how shall I turn?
Oh Rose, thou art sick, I couldn’t save you,
O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being return,
I’ve been trapped in winter so long, I forget, in Pains of Sleep,
Past and Present, blur together and Splendor Falls,
I’m Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
Starlight night, the only warmth, as my breath shows in the cold.
Ten years ago it seemed impossible,
That the world, my loved ones, would forget me,
The long love that in my thought doth harbor,
They say that hope is happiness and you and me will be together soon,
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon,
[I am the] Hollow [man]; Weep with me, all that you read,
You that with allegory’s curious frame,
Don’t miss me, as in the night I freeze,
Thoughts ventured to her,
Why should I blame her she filled my days,
And so it seems she fills, my heavenly thoughts, at rest.
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