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The Day’s Ration
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
1803-1882


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The Day’s Ration
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), American philosopher/poet

When I was born,                              
From all the seas of strength Fate filled a
chalice,                      
Saying, 'This be thy portion, child; this chalice,
Less than a lily's, thou shalt daily draw
From my great arteries, -- nor less, nor
more.'
All substances the cunning chemist Time
Melts down into that liquor of my life, –
Friends, foes, joys, fortunes, beauty and
disgust.
And whether I am angry or content,
Indebted or insulted, loved or hurt,
All he distills into sidereal wine
And brims my little cup; heedless, alas!
Of all he sheds how little it will hold,
How much runs over on the desert sands.
If a new Muse draw me with splendid ray,
And I uplift myself into its heaven,
The needs of the first sigh absorb my blood,
And all the following hours of the day
Drag a ridiculous age.
To-day, when friends approach, and every
hour
Brings book, or starbright scroll of genius,
The little cup will hold not a bead more,
And all the costly liquor runs to waste;
Nor gives the jealous lord one diamond drop
So to be husbanded for poorer days.
Why need I volumes, if one word suffice?
Why need I galleries, when a pupil's draft
After the master's sketch fills and o'erfills
My apprehension? Why seek Italy,
Who cannot circumnavigate the sea
Of thoughts and things at home, but still
adjourn
The nearest matters for a thousand days?

from Poems (1904)


RALPH WALDO EMERSON at Amazon:

Emerson's Prose and Poetry (Norton Critical Editions)


            

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