The Sheaves A Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson www.poetrynook.com Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled, Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned; And as by some vast magic undivined The world was turning slowly into gold. Like nothing that was ever bought or sold It waited there, the body and the mind; And with a mighty meaning of a kind That tells the more the more it is not told. So in a land where all days are not fair, Fair days went on till on another day A thousand golden sheaves were lying there, Shining and still, but not for long to stay— As if a thousand girls with golden hair Might rise from where they slept and go away. farmingseasonschangemelancholy
Princess Mononoke A Film by Hayao Miyazaki There's a demon inside of youYou find reasons to keep livingTo see with eyes unclouded by hateRise to meet it
There's a demon inside of you There's a demon inside of you – it's inside both of you. Look, everyone! This is what hatred looks like. This is what it does when it catches hold of you. It's eating me alive and very soon now it will kill me. Fear and anger only make it grow faster. hatefear
You find reasons to keep living Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living. Prometheus sufferinghopelife
To see with eyes unclouded by hate Eboshi: What exactly are you here for? Ashitaka: To see with eyes unclouded by hate. hateseeing