Friday, November 29, 2019

Ralph Waldo Emerson

These roses under my window make no

reference to former roses or to better ones;

they are for what they are;

they exist with God to-day.

There is no time to them.

There is simply the rose; it is perfect in

every moment of its existence.

Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts;

in the full-blown flower, there is no more;

in the leafless root, there is no less.

Its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies nature,

in all moments alike.

There is no time to it.

But man postpones or remembers;

he does not live in the present, but with

reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of

the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe

to foresee the future.

He cannot be happy and strong until he too

lives with nature in the present, above time.

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