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It is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
what is essential is invisible to the eye.
~Antione De Saint - Exupery

That's all an angel is, an idea of god.
~Meister Eckhart~

Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
~William Shakespeare~

So many wings come here
Dipping honey
and speak here
in your home
Oh god.
~Aztec Poem~

I looked over Jordan and what did I see?
Comin' for to carry me home
A band of angels, comin' after me,
Comin' for to carry me home.
~African - American Spiritual~

Their garments are white,
but with and unearthly whiteness.
I cannot describe it,
because it cannot be compare to earthly whiteness,
it is much softer to the eye.
These bright Angels are enveloped in a light
so different from ours that by comparison
everything else seems dark.
When you see a band of fifty,
you are lost in amazement.
They seem clothed with golden plates,
constantly moving,
like so many suns.
~Pere Lamy~

I believe we are free,
within limits,
and yet there is an unseen hand,
a guiding angel,
that somehow,
like a submerged propeller,
drives us on.
~Rabindranath Tagore~

For he shall give His angels charge over thee
To keep thee in all thy ways,
They shall bear thee up in their hands,
thou dash thy foot against stone.
~Psalms 91:11, 12~

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.
~Scottish saying~

The angels keep their ancient places
Turn but a stone and start a wing!
'Tis ye, 'tis ye, your estranged faces
That miss the many ~ splendoured thing.
~Francis Thompson~

Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.
~Thomas Parnell~

The golden hours on angel wings
How o'er me and my dear;
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
~Robert Burns~

If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul I am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.
~Richard Lovelace~

At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls.
~John Donn~

Our acts our angels are,
or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by still.
~John Fletcher~

He shall cover thee with his feathers,
and under his wings shalt thou trust:
his truth shall by thy shield and buckler.
~Psalm 91:4~

Yet I am the necessary angel of earth,
Since, in my sight, you see the earth again...
~Wallace Stevens~

"Hey angel," Amarante called out in his dream.
"What's a rainbow doing over our town on a sunny day like today?"
..."Maybe it's because for once in your lives you people
are trying to do something right."
Abruptly the angel disappeared.
~John Nichols~

Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew they face or name,
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be...
~John Donne~

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers,
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
~Hebrews 13:2~

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the sould when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcent our wonted themes,
And into glory peep.
~Henry Vaughan~

Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.
~Richard Wilbur~

Angels descending,
bringing from above,
Echoes of mercy,
whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby~

Unless you can love as the angels may
With the breadth of heaven betwixt you,
Unless you can dream that his faith is fast,
Through behoving and unbehoving;
Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!
~Robert Browning~

It is wonderful that every angel,
in whatever direction he turns his body and face,
sees the Lord in front of him.
~Emmanuel Swedenborg~

Bless the Lord,
Ye his angels,
That excel in strength,
that do his commandments,
hearkening not the voice of his word.
~Psalms, 103:20~

All God's angels come to us disguised.
~James Russel Lowell~

Angels, we have heard on high
Singing sweetly through the night,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their brave delight.
~French Christmas carol~

It is not because angels are
holier than men of devils that makes them angels,
but because they do not expect holiness from another,
But from God alone.
~William Blake~

Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
~William Shakespeare~

Mathew, Mark, Luke and John.
The bed be blest that I lie on.
Four angels to my bed,
Four angels round my head,
One to watch, and one to pray,
And two to bear my soul away.
~Thomas Day~

Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angles guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number,
Gently falling on thy head.
~Isaac Watts~

The angels laughed.
God looked down from his seventh heaven and smiled.
The angels spread their wings and,
together with Elijah, flew upwards into the sky.
~Isaac Bashevis Singer~

Everyone entrusted with a mission is an angel.
...All forces that reside in the body are angels.
~Moses Maimondes~

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In his often introspective poetry, Baudelaire revealed himself as a
seeker of God without religious beliefs, searching in every
manifestation of life for its true significance, be it in the leaves
of a tree or a prostitutes frown.

"There can be no progress (real, that is, moral) except in the
individual and by the individual himself." (from Mon Coeur Mis À Nu,
1897)

In his essay T.S. Eliot, a religious person himself, sees that
Baudelaire's Satanism was the product of partial belief. "What is
significant about Baudelaire is his theological innocence. He is
discovering Christianity for himself; he is not assuming it as a
fashion or weighing social or political reasons, or any other
accidents. He is beginning, in a way, at the beginning; and being a
discoverer, it not altogether certain what he is exploring and to
what it leads..." (Eliot in Selected Essays, new edition, 1960)

I reign in the blue sky like an understood sphinx;

I have both a heart of snow and the whiteness of a swan;

I hate any movement that displaces the lines,

And I never weep and I never laugh.

(from 'La Beauté', tr. Kenneth Koch, from Making Your Own Days, 1999)

Beauty

Conceive me as a dream of stone:
my breast, where mortals come to grief,
is made to prompt all poets' love,
mute and noble as matter itself.
With snow for flesh, with ice for heart,
I sit on high, an unguessed sphinx
begrudging acts that alter forms;
I never laugh, I never weep.
In studious awe the poets brood
before my monumental pose
aped from the proudest pedestal,
and to bind these docile lovers fast
I freeze the world in a perfect mirror:
The timeless light of my wide eyes

- Baudelaire

LA BEAUTÉ

Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre,

Et mon sein, òu chacun s'est meurtri tour à tour,

Est fait pour inspirer au poête un amour

Eternel et muet ainsi que la matière.

Je trône dans l'azur comme un sphinx incompris;

J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes;

Je hais le mouvement qui déplace les lignes;

Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.

Les poêtes, devant mes grandes attitudes,

Que j'ai, pour fasciner ces dociles amant,

De purs miroirs qui font toutes choses plus belles:

Mes yeux, mes larges yeux aux clartés éternelles!

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Recueillement (C. Baudelaire)

Sois sage, ô ma Douleur, et tiens-toi plus tranquille.

Tu réclamais le Soir; il descend; le voici:

Une atmosphère obscure enveloppe la ville,

Aux uns portant la paix, aux autres le souci.

Pendant que des mortels la multitude vile,

Sous le fouet du Plaisir, ce bourreau sans merci,

Va cueillir des remords dans la fête servile,

Ma Douleur, donne-moi la main; viens par ici,

Loin d'eux. Vois se pencher les défuntes Années,

Sur les balcons du ciel, en robes surannées;

Surgir du fond des eaux le Regret souriant;

Le Soleil moribond s'endormir sous une arche,

Et, comme un long linceul traînant à l'Orient,

Entends, ma chère, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.

Meditative calm

Behave yourself, oh my Pain, and be more tranquil.

You asked for Evening - it is falling, it is here.
An atmosphere of darkness envelops the city

bringing peace to some and worry to others.

Now while the base multitude of mortals,

whipped on by Pleasure, that merciless tormentor,

goes off to reap remorse in servile entertainments,

give me your hand, my Pain, come this way

far from them. Look, the dead Years are leaning

at the sky's balconies, in outmoded dresses;

from the river's depths Regret is rising with a smile;

the moribund Sun is falling asleep under an arch.

And like a long shroud trailing in from the East,

listen, my dear, listen to the gentle Night approaching.

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