Autobiography of Values (1978)
Context: I grow aware of various forms of man and of myself. I am form and I am formless, I am life and I am matter, mortal and immortal. I am one and many — myself and humanity in flux. I extend a multiple of ways in experience in space. I am myself now, lying on my back in the jungle grass, passing through the ether between satellites and stars. My aging body transmits an ageless life stream. Molecular and atomic replacement change life's composition. Molecules take part in structure and in training, countless trillions of them. After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.
“My tavern was the Big Bear.
My stars in the sky rustled softly.”
Mon auberge était à la Grande-Ourse.
Mes étoiles au ciel avaient un doux frou-frou.
Ma Bohéme. Fantaisie (My Bohemian Life (Fantasy)), st. 2
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Mon auberge était à la Grande-Ourse. Mes étoiles au ciel avaient un doux frou-frou.
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“But, sure, the sky is big, I said;
Miles and miles above my head”
"Renascence" (1912), st. 3 Renascence and Other Poems (1917)
Context: But, sure, the sky is big, I said;
Miles and miles above my head;
So here upon my back I'll lie
And look my fill into the sky.
And so I looked, and, after all,
The sky was not so very tall.
The sky, I said, must somewhere stop,
And — sure enough! — I see the top!
The sky, I thought, is not so grand;
I 'most could touch it with my hand!
And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
“When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.”
Source: A Countess Below Stairs
“But in the night of Death Hope sees a star and listening Love can hear the rustling of a wing.”
"A Tribe to Eban C. Ingersoll" (1879) http://www.gutenberg.org/files/38812/38812-h/38812-h.htm
Context: Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud — and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word. But in the night of Death Hope sees a star and listening Love can hear the rustling of a wing.
“For on this my heart is set:
When the hour is nigh me,
Let me in the tavern die,
With a tankard by me.”
Meum est propositum<br/>in taberna mori,<br/>ut sint vina proxima<br/>morientis ori.
Meum est propositum
in taberna mori,
ut sint vina proxima
morientis ori.
Source: "Confession", Line 89