Statement
Hey, try to open up your heart
To beauty; go to the woods someday
And weave a wreath of memory there.
If the tears obscure your way,
You’ll know how wonderful it is to be alive.
from “I Never Saw Another Butterfly”
© 1944 Schocken
“my self, abandoned and devoid of shame, through the wide world your actions will proclaim: Or though I’m prisoned in this lonely den, obscured and buried from the sight of men, my mournful voice the pitying rocks shall move, and my complainings echo through the grove.”
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”art makes up what fortune has denied.”
from Philomela, Ovid’s Metamorphoses
Why do they shut me out of Heaven? Did I sing too loud?
Emily Dickinson
