... That thou canst not stir a flowerWithout troubling of a star.
Francis Thompson (1859 - 1907)
Source: Mistress of Vision (poem), XX
Contributed by: Kalyan
In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill.
Source: Works, Vol. III
Contributed by: Zaady
She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.
One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star.
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain And perish in our own.
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