The other day
I rowed in my boat
a free even lovely
young lady
and as I plied the oars
she sat in the stern
and there was nothing but she
between me and the sky.
June 19, 1840
What if we feel a yearning to which no breast answers?
I walk alone. My heart is full.
Feelings impede the current of my thoughts.
I knock on the earth but no friend appears –
perhaps none
is dreaming of me.
June 11, 1855
Hardly two nights are alike.
I seem to be nearer to the origin of things.
My spiritual side takes a more distinct form,
like my shadow which I see accompanying me
I ask, “Who is this?”
as I am about to
sit down on a rock.
No one,
to my knowledge,
has observed the minute differences in the seasons.
A book of the seasons,
each page of which should be written
in its own season and out-of-doors,
or in its own locality
wherever it may be.
June 11, 1851
I think of you as an angel there.
I love you like I love the stars,
I want to give you every one.
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