
“I am a Russian, Russian, Russian, to the marrow of my bones.”
quoted in Geoffrey Hindley, The Larousse Encyclopedia of Music (1982) ISBN 0896731014
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Nets to Catch the Wind (1921), Wild Peaches
Context: Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones
There’s something in this richness that I hate.
I love the look, austere, immaculate,
Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones.
There’s something in my very blood that owns
Bare hills, cold silver on a sky of slate,
A thread of water, churned to milky spate
Streaming through slanted pastures fenced with stones.
“I am a Russian, Russian, Russian, to the marrow of my bones.”
quoted in Geoffrey Hindley, The Larousse Encyclopedia of Music (1982) ISBN 0896731014
“I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestow
Upon that God who knows what I would know.”
"The Marrow," ll. 23-24
The Far Field (1964)
“He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone.”
A Prayer For Old Age http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1423/, st. 1.
A Full Moon in March (1935)
Context: God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone.
“Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.”
Source: Dead Poets Society
“Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.”
Source: Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories
A Man From Lebanon: Nineteen Centuries Afterward
Jesus, The Son of Man (1928)
Context: You laughed for the marrow in their bones that was not yet ready for laughter;
And you wept for their eyes that yet were dry.
Your voice fathered their thoughts and their understanding.
Your voice mothered their words and their breath.
1860s, Life and Letters in New England (1867)
Context: The key to the period appeared to be that the mind had become aware of itself. Men grew reflective and intellectual. There was a new consciousness. The former generations acted under the belief that a shining social prosperity was the beatitude of man, and sacrificed uniformly the citizen to the State. The modern mind believed that the nation existed for the individual, for the guardianship and education of every man. This idea, roughly written in revolutions and national movements, in the mind of the philosopher had far more precision; the individual is the world.
This perception is a sword such as was never drawn before. It divides and detaches bone and marrow, soul and body, yea, almost the man from himself. It is the age of severance, of dissociation, of freedom, of analysis, of detachment. Every man for himself. The public speaker disclaims speaking for any other; he answers only for himself. The social sentiments are weak; the sentiment of patriotism is weak; veneration is low; the natural affections feebler than they were. People grow philosophical about native land and parents and. relations. There is an universal resistance to ties rand ligaments once supposed essential to civil society. The new race is stiff, heady and rebellious; they are fanatics in freedom; they hate tolls, taxes, turnpikes, banks, hierarchies, governors, yea, almost laws. They have a neck of unspeakable tenderness; it winces at a hair. They rebel against theological as against political dogmas; against mediation, or saints, or any nobility in the unseen.
The age tends to solitude. The association of the time is accidental and momentary and hypocritical, the detachment intrinsic and progressive. The association is for power, merely, — for means; the end being the enlargement and independency of the individual.