“Each minute bursts in the burning room,The great globe reels in the solar fire,Spinning the trivial and unique away.(How all things flash! How all things flare!)What am I now that I was then?May memory restore again and againThe smallest color of the smallest day:Time is the school in which we learn,Time is the fire in which we burn.” MaySchoolMemoriesRoomsFireMinutesColorUniqueAll ThingsBurningFlashSmallestGlobesSpinningFlare Author:Delmore Schwartz
“Behind us, as we go, all things assume pleasing forms, as clouds do far off. Not only things familiar and stale, but even the tragic and terrible, are comely, as they take their place in the pictures of memory.” FormMemoriesBehindsTerribleAll ThingsAssumingCloudsFamiliarTragicStale Book:The Selected Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson Source: The Selected Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson