It's all I have to bring today — This, and my heart beside — This, and my heart, and all the fields — And all the meadows wide — Be sure you count — … - Emily Dickinson

"Es un raro placer que nos ahorma
hallar un viejo libro
con la ropa que usaba en aquel tiempo,
creo que un privilegio.

Cogerle de la mano venerable,
calentarla en la nuestra
y dar un paso o dos hacia el pasado,
al tiempo en que era joven".

The Hills erect their purple heads,
The Rivers lean to see — Yet Man has not, of all the throng,
A curiosity.

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth, — the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.