For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
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On Guard
The young
cannot believe that the old
were young
once.
The old
have quite forgotten
that the young
were once old.
Danger
comes from the worlds,
from the heavens,
from the hells.
Danger comes
through the sense doors.
Danger comes
to the body
which breaks and stumbles.
Every lungful of air
infiltrates microbes of destruction.
Every spadeful of earth
shelters a thousand enemies
that writhe and wriggle,
insinuate through cracks and fissures
in the tissue of the flesh
- and destroy.
Danger comes
to the mind
which absorbs the subtlest poisons
and provides a fertile, breeding ground
for the subtlest of poisonous plants;
to seed and germinate,
overspilling in the ten directions.
Danger comes
from having a body,
having a mind
wanting a body,
wanting a mind,
wanting.
poem by Brian Taylor
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In recompense, envy may be the subtlest - perhaps I should say the most insidious - of the seven deadly sins.
quote by Joseph Epstein
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Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
quote by George Eliot
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Intellect
Physical body is gross
mind is the subtler equipment
intellect is subtlest.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air.
quote by Kenneth Miller
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Indubitably, magic is one of the subtlest and most difficult of the sciences and arts. There is more opportunity for errors of comprehension, judgment and practice than in any other branch of physics.
quote by Aleister Crowley
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Humor is, I think, the subtlest and chanciest of literary forms. It is surely not accidental that there are a thousand novelists, essayists, poets or journalists for each humorist. It is a long, long time between James Thurbers.
quote by Leo C. Rosten
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Poem about Poetry - the subtle poet
some people love their poetry
like a subtle romance,
love kept like a diary
you can only guess
but day after day,
day after day
a face soon gives
away all her secrets
the subtlest poet
if you keep digging at his
lines, will get to the gold and
diamond he hides
the worst cancer too
if you keep going after it
will soon get to know
a way around it
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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0170 Love
Hopes die;
dreams fall;
and, subtlest stroke of all,
love sharply, cruelly, hides her face,
lives lost within the mind a space;
until one day in presence new,
love - whose love was ever true -
leaves the cold, hard, hungry heart
and plays love's everlasting part;
and once again, the wiser we...
are wild and bold again
and fools again;
so, love
poem by Michael Shepherd
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oH THE folly of Men
was it said
somewhere else
that Man's folly
is God's
wisdom?
could this be
the same as
Man's wisdom
is God's Folly?
Man is foolish
to love gold
God is wise
to love nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Timeless Beauty like a Dream
Every flower petal
That gently falls to the ground
Or autumn leaf
Colorful in soft October sunlight
Is precious and profound.
Nothing or no one
Should escape human praise
Or fail to be appreciated
That offers us
The subtlest or most sublime beauty.
The biblical Joseph wept
When reunited with his brothers
And told that his father was still alive
So that the whole household of Pharaoh heard
Both his anguished and joyous wails.
I nearly wept myself, dear lady,
Upon seeing you for the first time
After surviving a long and flowerless season.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Folly
(For A. K. K.)
What distant mountains thrill and glow
Beneath our Lady Folly's tread?
Why has she left us, wise in woe,
Shrewd, practical, uncomforted?
We cannot love or dream or sing,
We are too cynical to pray,
There is no joy in anything
Since Lady Folly went away.
Many a knight and gentle maid,
Whose glory shines from years gone by,
Through ignorance was unafraid
And as a fool knew how to die.
Saint Folly rode beside Jehanne
And broke the ranks of Hell with her,
And Folly's smile shone brightly on
Christ's plaything, Brother Juniper.
Our minds are troubled and defiled
By study in a weary school.
O for the folly of the child!
The ready courage of the fool!
Lord, crush our knowledge utterly
And make us humble, simple men;
And cleansed of wisdom, let us see
Our Lady Folly's face again.
poem by Joyce Kilmer
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Vengeance Is Sweet
When I was young I longed for Love,
And held his glory far above
All other earthly things. I cried:
'Come, Love, dear Love, with me abide;'
And with my subtlest art I wooed,
And eagerly the wight pursued.
But Love was gay and Love was shy,
He laughed at me and passed me by.
Well, I grew old and I grew gray,
When Wealth came wending down my way.
I took his golden hand with glee,
And comrades from that day were we.
Then Love came back with doleful face,
And prayed that I would give him place.
But, though his eyes with tears were dim,
I turned my back and laughed at him.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Time and Experience
I found the past in my present
I built the future on my past
I found the gift of today
When I thought about what
The future has to offer
Where is the wisdom in experience
If there is no folly in wisdom
What's the real meaning of death
If our spirits live forever
Times never change
But circumstances do
I'll let mystery play with the future
Surprises couple with the present
And experience mourn the past
Because sun always rises from the east
And each day always comes to an end
Experience is not chained to wisdom
Nor is folly tied to bad results
But to the circumstances that burden
Our past, present and future because
Time is always anxious for the future
Experience loves the present
And wisdom never divorces the past
poem by Benaiah Sondashi
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Marriage
LOVE springs as lightly from the human heart
As springs the lovely rose upon the brier,
Which turns the common hedge to floral fire,
As Love wings Time with rosy-feathered dart.
But marriage is the subtlest work of art
Of all the arts which lift the spirit higher;
The incarnation of the heart's desire--
Which masters Time--set on Man's will apart.
The Many try, but oh! how few are they
To whom that finest of the arts is given
Which shall teach Love, the rosy runaway,
To bide from bridal Morn to brooding Even.
Yet this--this only--is the narrow way
By which, while yet on earth, we enter heaven.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Music
In vain, when music’s seraph-fire
Runs kindling through the air,
Making it such as gods respire,
(And gods perhaps are there!)
In vain would words of subtlest wit
Reveal, as on they roll,
The clouds of glory it hath lit
Like sunrise in the soul!
Like sunrise when its conquering glow
Smites through the vapours cold,
Till all their ragged inlets flow
With floods of burning gold.
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Like him who great reports of tilth rejects,
Because his own is a most barren field,
Is he who man’s divinity suspects,
Because his own soul doth so little yield.
Better is one who through himself can see
How good, how lovely, all mankind might be,
Though mere experience give his faith the lie,
And all his hopes breathe the world’s breath—to die!
poem by Charles Harpur
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Lines Written in a Blank Page of Milton's Paradise Lost
This happy pair a certain bliss might prove,
Confin'd to constancy and mutual love:
Heaven to one object limited their vows,
The only safety faithless Nature knows.
God saw the wand'ring appetite would range,
And would have kept them from the pow'r to change;
But falsehood, soon as man increas'd, began;
Down through the race the swift contagion ran,
All ranks are tainted, all deceitful prove,
False in all shapes, but doubly false in love.
This makes the censure of the world more just,
That damns with shame the weakness of a trust!
Ere change began, our sex no scandal knew,
All nymphs were chaste as long as swains were true;
But now, tho' by the subtlest art betray'd,
We're so by custom and false maxims sway'd
That infamy still brands the injur'd maid.
poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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Much of the wisdom of one age, is the folly of the next.
quote by Charles Simmons
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