Poems on Ralph Waldo Emerson Seeking Friendly Advice

preacher leecher teacher crypt keeper
wife beater hot heater main feature alright den

double sleeper Tom peeper round them there ends
boy weeper street sweeper (not your friends)
ledge leaper truth speaker knot loose ends

fridge freezer day seizer ceaser word salad seizure
too late to say wait to heavy to call weight too fried to call bait too young to too old to stay up so late too hurt to cry hate too much too little too late don’t let it distract you

Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas,
dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-
respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that  
 shall explain and overlook the old.”    
    
                      ― Ralph Waldo Emerson    
   
   
Don't fear the deep;    
it is what you fear that    
will ultimately free you.    
It might be full of sharks,    
but you learn to avoid them.    
It might be dark, but in this    
your vision will improve.    ...

A man should learn to detect and watch
that gleam of light which flashes across
his mind from within...

In every work of genius we recognize
our own rejected thoughts: They come back
to us with a certain alienated majesty.’

           - Ralph Waldo Emerson, ‘Self Reliance’



I see what I am prepared to see
so I adjust my eyes to what confronts me:
To see a forest in an acorn I must be
prepared for such greatness,
I must hold such faith in my hands,
I must strive from within to believe in
such...

The men that find such beauty when it’s theirs,    
Each one expects his sum for all he owns.   
To walk and pace and call it forth by name,   
While noting of each feature like his child.  
Purveyors of the land on others’ backs,   
These owners of the gullies, woods and vales.   
The arteries that give drink to the fields,  
Of long and winding rows so straightly plowed.  
   
Corrections overseen by foreman’s hand,
Where script allots the hedge and masonry.  
That show ahead where every tree will stand,   
No curvature...

By morning glow on bridge and stream
Arrives the light of new day’s bloom
The Vernal looms, or so it seems
Intent to birth forth from her womb
The frozen hills and woods rejoice
The sun returns, the earth to warm
This morning drowns out winter’s voice
In righteousness, the world transformed
   
The victory of springtime, nigh
As foe of warmth shall melt away
The forest creatures, wakened, sigh
As if to God almighty, pray;
    
But, peace of winter shall be missed!
Where is the north wind’s holy place?
It’s...