|Line in Poem||Literary Sources|
Under heaven, wind: coming to meet|
My cavern is open, my vision is clear,
to see the world of real things
knowing nothing, aware of everything.
King Wen, I Ching Hexagram 44 (1000 BC)|
Egyptian Book of the Dead, Ch. 44 (1250 BC)
Aquarian Gospel of Jesus Christ, Chapter 44 (33 AD)
Lao Tzu, Hua Hu Ching, Verse 44 (circa 517 BC)
Sing, O heavens, the Lord has done it|
and praise God's name forever,
sung praises unto thee, O Light
I am the first, and I am the last.
Isaiah: Ch. 44.23 (712 BC)|
King David, Psalms 44 (1023 BC)
Pistis Sophia, Chapter 44 (150 AD)
Isaiah: Ch. 44.6 (712 BC)
Those in harmony with God are at ease,|
rejoicing in the way things are
mind of the sage is free from desire
knowing truly he has the universe.
Book of Angelus Silesius, Page 44 (1677)|
Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, Verse 44 (517 BC)
Ashtavakra Gita, Chapter 18, Verse 44 (400 B.C.)
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 6:44 (180 AD)
Heaven seems like a painted scroll|
still your mind before that splendour,
start infinity again, never stop loving you:
After that, silence, silence.
Wu Ch'eng-en, Journey to the West, Chapter 44 (1518)|
Kabir, 100 Poems of Kabir, Poem XLIV (1518)
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets, Love Sonnet XLIV (1960)
Robert Creeley, Selected Poems, 1945-2005, Poem 44 (1959)
In the silence many feathers|
How beautiful it is to be unbroken.
Diamond nights above the ancient town,
air filled with the perfume of promise.
Robert Bly, Stealing Sugar from the Castle,
Poem 44 (1974)|
Mary Oliver, Evidence, Poem 44 (2009)
Anna Akhmatova, Selected Poems, Poem 44 (1921)
Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali, Verse 44 (1912)
Nimble thought can jump both sea and land|
Once more, as always when the dance is high,
run in and out of the house of dream,
passing a thing out of the dream?
Sonnets XLIV (1613)|
St. Vincent Millay, Sonnet 44 (1922)
A.E., Song and Its Fountains, p. 44 (1932)
Kay Ryan, The Best of It, Poem 44 (2010)
The storm has hands and wings of a child,|
handle it like a baby wild cherry tree
with marks that will not wear away,
upward with Joy, breathe so sky so.
Tomas Tranströmer, Selected Poems, Poem 44 (1987)|
Basho, Complete Haikus, Haiku 44 (1678)
Lord Byron, "Prisoner of Chillon", Line 44 (1816)
e. e. cummings, 1x1, Poem XLIV (1944)
Have you here? Have we where?|
morning there and evening here
new morning sun shone like a pink rose,
past, present, future now here, now gone...
James Joyce, Finnegans Wake,
Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Line 44 (1321)
Kenneth Koch, Collected Poems, Poem 44 (2006)
Su Tung-p'o, Selected Poems, Poem 44 (1074)
Now I lay me down to dream of Spring|
Sprout after sprout, the lotus will bloom,
bright peonies scattered in between
and send the Rose to you.
e.e. cummings, 73 Poems, Poem 44 (1963)|
Sun Bu-er, Women in Praise of the Sacred, Poem 44 (1124)
Pearl Poet, Pearl, Line 44 (1400)
Emily Dickinson, Poem 44 (1859)
Meditation Notes to Poem:
This poem was written for my niece Elisa's
44th birthday on February 27, 2021.
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