If there is nothing new on earth, still there is some thing new in the heavens.
We have always a resource in the skies. They are constantly turning a new page to view. The wind sets the types in this blue ground, and the inquiring may always read a new truth.
HDT
(Diario 17/11/1837)
¿Qué importa cuanto no es azul o rosa,
pequeño violeta o rojo suave?
¡Ay, lo que pasará, tal vuelo de ave,
conmueve la mirada más ansiosa;
lo que no volverá!...Tan nimia cosa
como el rubor de un rostro, que se sabe
que se habrá de olvidar, con la más grave
emoción sella el alma.¡Oh generosa
luz del olvido y de la muerte: sombra
que da el volumen lírico a la vida,
nimiedad por la que el vivir asombra!
Di, en lo que ya no volverá ¿no anida
el porvenir más grato? ¿No se nombra
con lo que muere toda nuestra vida?
FP
There are many ways of feeling one’s pulse. In a healthy state the constant experience is a pleasurable sensation or sentiment. For instance, in such a state I find myself in perfect connection with nature, and the perception, or remembrance even, of any natural phenomena is attended with a gentle pleasurable excitement. Prevailing sights and sounds make the impression of beauty and music on me. But in sickness all is deranged. I had yesterday a kink in my back and a general cold, and as usual it amounted to a cessation of life. I lost for the time my rapport or relation to nature. Sympathy with nature is an evidence of perfect health. You cannot perceive beauty but with a serene mind. The cheaper your amusements, the safer and saner.
They who think much of theatres, operas, and the like, are beside themselves. Each man’s necessary path, though as obscure and apparently uneventful as that of a beetle in the grass, is the way to the deepest joys he is susceptible of; though he converses only with moles and fungi and disgraces his relatives, it is no matter if he knows what is steel to his flint.
HDT
Diario, 18 de noviembre de 1857
("los muertos perfuman el porvenir, el alba;
algo nos guía, algo nos descubre la esperanza;
sí, todo existe en la noche;
todo entra en la noche, diariamente, con esperanza"
FP)
