Hymn to Love
As I Began to Love Myself
Charlie Chaplin (1889–1977)
As I began to love myself
I found that anguish and emotional suffering
are only warning signs that I was living
against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is Authenticity.
The Birch Tree
Sergey Yesenin, (1895–1925)
Just below my window
Stands a birch-tree white,
Under snow in winter
Gleaming silver bright.
Before the ice is in the pools
Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
Autumn
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926)
Self Portrait of a Moment
The Lady of Shallot
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)
Part I
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road runs by |
To many-tower’d Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Ode to a Blue Sea Tomb
Milutin Bojic (1892 –1917)
Plava Grobnica
Translated by Michael M. Petrovich
