Brahma by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Posted on Sep 2, 2011 | 0 comments Brahma Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and...read more
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