
The Sensitive Plant http://www.kalliope.org/digt.pl?longdid=shelley2003060601 (1820), Pt. I, st. 1
"Listening"
Context: What is this crap, Mother, this life is short and terrible. What is this metaphysical shit, what is this disease you intelligentsia are always talking about.
First we said: Intelligentsia! Us? Oh, the way words lie down under decades, then the Union of Restless Diggers out of sheer insomnia pulls them up: daggers for the young but to us they look like flowers of nostalgia that grew in our mother’s foreign garden. What did my mother say? Darling, you should have come to Town Hall last night, the whole intelligentsia was there. My uncle, strictly: the intelligentsia will never permit it.!
The Sensitive Plant http://www.kalliope.org/digt.pl?longdid=shelley2003060601 (1820), Pt. I, st. 1
“My poems are like a dagger
Sprouting flowers from the hilt;”
Source: Simple Verses (1891), V
Context: My poems are like a dagger
Sprouting flowers from the hilt;
My poetry is like a fountain
Sprinkling streams of coral water.
Journal of Discourses (1854), ed. G. D. Watt, Vol. 1, pp. 109–110 ( scanned image http://contentdm.lib.byu.edu/cgi-bin/docviewer.exe?CISOROOT=/JournalOfDiscourses3&CISOPTR=9599)<!-- emphasis and unclosed quote mark in original -->
Young’s comments regarding criticism of Joseph Smith, Jr. and Mormonism.
1850s
Song: Oh never another dream can be
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
“The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.”
Source: Let the Great World Spin