3 bits from the Hive Mind

Being wise cannot be hidden the same as being simpleminded. Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess’d at, Wh...

by Hermann Hesse Born in the German Empire, when the Germans  had no empire, Hesse didn't win the 1946  Nobel Prize in Literature fo...

Copyright © 2007 by  Natasha Trethewey , who was twice named Poet Laureate of the United States of America , serving that duty from 2012 to...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (b. 1807 - d. 1882), Harvard professor and lifelong poet who experimented with many styles throughout his...

Out of the night that covers me,      Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be      For my unconquerable s...

-lights out- fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain dischar...

Be not sad because all men Prefer a lying clamour before you: Sweetheart, be at peace again -- - Can they dishonour you? They are...

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows in the upl...

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, the voice of sou...

Genius, like gold and precious stones, is chiefly prized because of its rarity. Geniuses are people who dash of weird, wild, inc...

The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. No one could ...

May they stumble, stage by stage On an endless Pilgrimage Dawn and dusk, mile after mile At each and every step a stile At each and ...

They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone...

we are always asked to understand the other person's viewpoint no matter how out-dated foolish or obnoxious. one is asked...

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt ...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as...

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou ...

O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of mysel...