Ralph Waldo Emerson, philosopher and seer : $b an estimate of his character and genius in prose and verseAlcott, Amos Bronson
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Ralph Waldo Emerson, philosopher and seer : $b an estimate of his character and genius in prose and verse
Alcott, Amos Bronson
Emerson, Ralph Waldo, 1803-1882
“When I was born,
From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice,
Saying: ‘This be thy portion, child: this chalice,
Less than a lily’s, thou shalt daily draw
From my great arteries,—not less nor more.’
All substances the cunning chemist, Time,
Melts down into the liquor of my life,—
Friends, foes, joys, fortunes, beauty and disgust;
And whether I am angry or content,
Indebted or insulted, loved or hurt,
All he distils into sidereal wine,
And brims my little cup, heedless, alas!
Of all he sheds, how little it will hold,
How much runs over on the desert sands.
If a new Muse draw me with splendid ray,
And I uplift myself into its heaven,
The needs of the first sight absorb my blood;
And all the following hours of the day
Drag a ridiculous age.
To-day, when friends approach, and every hour
Brings book, or star-bright scroll of Genius,
The little cup will hold not a bead more,
And all the costly liquor runs to waste;
Nor gives the jealous lord one diamond drop
So to be husbanded for poorer days.
Why need I volumes, if one word suffice?
Why need I galleries, when a pupil’s draught,
After the master’s sketch, fills and o’erfills
My apprehension? Why seek Italy,
Who cannot circumnavigate the sea
Of thoughts and things at home, but still adjourn
The nearest matter for a thousand days?”
Plutarch tells us that of old they were wont to call men Φῶτα, which
imports light, not only for the vehement desire man has to know, but to
communicate also. And the Platonists fancied that the gods, being above
men, had something whereof man did not partake, pure intellect and
knowledge, and thus kept on their way quietly. The beasts, being below
men, had something whereof man had less, sense and growth, so they lived
quietly in their way. While man had something in him whereof neither
gods nor beasts had any trace, which gave him all the trouble, and made
all the confusion in the world,—and that was egotism and opinion.
A finer discrimination of gifts might show that Genius ranges through
this threefold dominion, partaking in turn of each essence and degree.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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