Some days are so beautiful they just about break my heart with longing to capture a little bit of it.
When I was in high school, I wrote out part of this poem on butcher paper and put it on my bedroom wall. I hope every parent lets their kids decorate their rooms. It might just be their first palette. It might just be a collage of who they are becoming.
You will learn a lot if you look.
When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.