*I think Psalm of life is the best though. Its the most motivating. And
rudely pushes us to take up challenges. Like tough loving parents.I have
highlighted my favourite verses.*
**
*Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)*
*A PSALM OF LIFE*
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
* Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul. *
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
*Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife ! *
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
* Act,— act in the living Present !
* Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
* And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ; *
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
On 1/15/09, Sujil Pingulkar <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> I appreciate that you appreciate. The poems you guys mentioned are
> masterpieces; found them on the web.
>
> Daffodils I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
>
> That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
> When all at once I saw a crowd,
> A host, of golden daffodils;
> Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
> Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
> Continuous as the stars that shine
>
> And twinkle on the Milky Way,
> They stretch'd in never-ending line
>
> Along the margin of a bay:
> Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
> Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
> The waves beside them danced; but they
>
> Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
> A poet could not but be gay,
>
> In such a jocund company:
> I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
> What wealth the show to me had brought:
> For oft, when on my couch I lie
>
> In vacant or in pensive mood,
> They flash upon that inward eye
>
> Which is the bliss of solitude;
> And then my heart with pleasure fills,
> And dances with the daffodils.
>
> By William
> Wordsworth<http://www.blupete.com/Literature/Biographies/Literary/Wordsworth.htm>
>
>
>
>
> *Leisure*
>
> What is this life if, full of care,
> We have no time to stand and stare.
>
> No time to stand beneath the boughs
> And stare as long as sheep or cows.
>
> No time to see, when woods we pass,
> Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
>
> No time to see, in broad daylight,
> Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
>
> No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
> And watch her feet, how they can dance.
>
> No time to wait till her mouth can
> Enrich that smile her eyes began.
>
> A poor life this is if, full of care,
> We have no time to stand and stare.
>
> *William Henry Davies*
>
> Thanks
> Sujil
>
>
>
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 11:43:16 +0000
> From: [email protected]
> To: [email protected]
> Subject: Re: Perception and Priorities.....What the group did to me.
>
> badaa CEO ban raha thaa, had to follow us (the lesser mortals) ultimately!
> Sujil's links/fwds are always thought proviking, don't repeat the mistake.
>
>
> On Thu, Jan 15, 2009 at 11:23 AM, Sameer Chhatre <
> [email protected]> wrote:
>
> I have to be honest.
> When I saw Sujils Email, I saw it was lengthy and deleted it. Then I read
> everyone reply and kept deleting them after reading. Finally I got so tired
> of deleting these one liners, I decided to read the original Email.
> This is the power of our group.
> Nice one. I went and woke my wife from her sleep to tell her the story.
> Couldnt wait.
> Sameer
> ------------------------------
>
> Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 09:58:22 +0000
> From: [email protected]
> To: [email protected]
> Subject: Re: Perception and Priorities.....
>
>
> Hey I remember Leisure poem fully. I also remember Daffodils by Wordsworth
> (?)...I don't remember the poet for sure. I also remember the Psalm of Life
> by Wordsworth or was it Longfellow. Dust thou art, to dust returnest, was
> not spoken of the soul. I can go on...believe me.
> I think Daffodils is Wordsworth and he wrote that when he was in Lake
> District. It's in north England and the most beautiful landscapic place of
> the country. He got inspired by the beauty and wrote the Daffodils.
> The bit about Lake district connection I learnt recently as he was
> described as the most famous resident of the district. I want to go there
> though I am sure it would be disastrous if i get any poetic inspiration from
> it. You all will be subjected to it.
> Arch
>
>
>
>
>
> On Thu, Jan 15, 2009 at 5:16 AM, Nayan Mapani <[email protected]>wrote:
>
> U seem to have an elephant's memory, u remember the poem,i am stunned, u
> continue to impress me!
>
>
> ------------------------------
> *From:* subramaniam sreenivasan <[email protected]>
> *To:* [email protected]
> *Sent:* Thursday, 15 January, 2009 7:23:17 AM
> *Subject:* RE: Perception and Priorities.....
>
> Nice article Sujil ... Somehow your forwards are always thought provoking
> ... Thanks for this and keep sending more.
>
> The W.H Davies Poem Leisure, that the article mentions, was taught to us at
> School if you all remember "What is this life if full of care, no time to
> stand and stare ... I remember about half of it ...
>
> Sadly, we all wait for an environment to appreciate beauty, but does beauty
> need an environment ?... We wait to go on a Holiday to see something like a
> sunrise or sunset and yet if the same sunset can be seen from a spot on our
> way home from work everyday ... we do not wait ...
>
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 00:08:52 +0000
> From: [email protected]
> To: [email protected]
> Subject: Re: Perception and Priorities.....
>
>
> i just finished reading the article...and man it has been dealt with so
> much depth. i cant even write,...i am mesmerised. beauty needs an
> environemtn to appreciated
>
>
>
> On 1/14/09, *Anil Nair* <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> This is so true. about how we dont spend a minute appreciating the things
> around us in this busy world.
>
> thanks for sharing sujil
>
>
> On Thu, Jan 15, 2009 at 8:01 AM, Archana Sharma <
> [email protected]> wrote:
>
> Brilliant idea by Washington Post..superb!
>
>
> On 1/14/09, *Sujil Pingulkar* <[email protected]> wrote:
>
>
>
>
> A Violinist in the Metro
>
> A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the
> violin; it was a cold January morning.
> He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.
> During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand
> of people went through the station,
> most of them on their way to work.
>
> Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician
> playing.
> He slowed his pace, stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet
> his schedule.
>
> A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw
> the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.
>
> A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but
> the man looked at his watch and started to walk again.
> Clearly he was late for work.
>
> The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy.
> His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the
> violinist.
> Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his
> head all the time.
> This action was repeated by several other children.
> All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
>
> In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for
> a while.
> About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace.
> He collected $32.
> When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one
> applauded, nor was there any recognition.
>
> No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell , one of the best
> musicians in the world.
> He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written; with a violin
> worth 3.5 million dollars.
>
> Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a
> theatre in Boston and the average ticket was $100.
>
> This is a real story.
>
> Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the
> Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and
> priorities of people.
>
> The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour:
> Do we perceive beauty?
> Do we stop to appreciate it?
> Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
>
> One of the possible inferences from this experience could be:
> *
> If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians
> in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are
> we missing?*
>
>
> Read the full article here ....its kind a long but good
>
>
> http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
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