I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
Love itself became the object of her love.
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2
A Better Ressurrection
5
For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.
De Profundis
6
Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart’s core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart’s core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.
Dream Land
36
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies,
When love is done.
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies,
When love is done.
Light
102
I give the all—I can no more,
Tho’poor the offering be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.
Tho’poor the offering be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.
Lodoiska, III. i.
105
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
I found again in the heart of a friend.
The Arrow and the Song
114
Take thy beak from out my heart, and
take my form from off my door!
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
take my form from off my door!
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
The Raven
121
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bend with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bend with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
A Birthday
148
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
297
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
I shall not live in vain.
300
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
Waiting
301
And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
The Spider and the Fly
313
The heart of man is made to reconcile contradiction.
314
The head never rules the heart, but
just becomes the partner in crime.
just becomes the partner in crime.
315
The heart is forever inexperienced.
316
When a young man complains that a young lady
has no heart, it is a pretty certain sign
that she has his.
has no heart, it is a pretty certain sign
that she has his.
415
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
545
Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne caonnait point.
[The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.]
[The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.]
Pensees
586
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It’s the end of the strain,
It’s the joy in your heart.
Of the waters of March
It’s the end of the strain,
It’s the joy in your heart.
Water of March
606
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but Lady Greensleeves?
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but Lady Greensleeves?
617
With women the heart argues, not the mind.
Merope, 1.341
646
We should count time by heart-throbs.
Festus
664
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
The Tyger
669
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
Songs of Innocence and of Experience
695
Where my heart lies, my brain lies also.
One Word More, xiv
718
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
So, We’ll Go No More a Roving
739
I cannot sing the old songs
I sang long years ago,
For heart and voice would fail me,
And foolish tears would flow.
I sang long years ago,
For heart and voice would fail me,
And foolish tears would flow.
Fireside Thoughts
748
His heart runs away with his head.
Who Wants a Guinea
782
I like a church; I like a cowl;
I love a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles;
Yet not for all his faith can see,
Would I that cowled churchman be.
I love a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles;
Yet not for all his faith can see,
Would I that cowled churchman be.
The Problem
794
To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men—that is genius.
Essays, ii. Self-Reliance
828
Take heart, fair days will shine;
Take any heart, take mine!
Take any heart, take mine!
881
I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it
for hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting
rid of it nearly breaks my heart.
for hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting
rid of it nearly breaks my heart.
Three Men in a Boat
904
There is an awful warmth about my heart
like a load of immortality.
like a load of immortality.
932
If all the earth were paper white
And all the sea were ink
Twere not enought for me to write
As my poor heart doth think.
And all the sea were ink
Twere not enought for me to write
As my poor heart doth think.
Works
967
There are two tragedies in life.
One is to lose your heart’s desire.
The other is to gain it.
One is to lose your heart’s desire.
The other is to gain it.
996
Take thy beak from out my heart,
and take thy form from off my door!
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
and take thy form from off my door!
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
The Raven
997
A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.
The Dunciad
1063
Words may be false and full of art,
Sighs are the natural language of the heart.
Sighs are the natural language of the heart.
Psyche
1077
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
Hamlet, V.ii.360
1099
Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches,
And here is my heart which beats only for you.
And here is my heart which beats only for you.
Romances sans Paroles
1106
I’ve lived to bury my desires,
And see my dreams corrode with rust;
Now all that’s left are fruitless fires
That burn my empty heart to dust.
And see my dreams corrode with rust;
Now all that’s left are fruitless fires
That burn my empty heart to dust.
1124
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
1131
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, — so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his boot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, — so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his boot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Time Does Not Bring Relief
1159
And Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits—and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits—and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!
Rubaiyat, LXXII, trans. by Edward Fitzgerald (1st ed.)
1175
love is a little white bird
and the flight of it so fast
you can’t see it
and you know it’s there
only by the faint whirr of its wings
and the hush song coming so low to your ears
you fear it might be silence
and you listen keen and you listen long
and you know it’s more than silence
for you get the hush song so lovely
it hurts and cuts into your heart
and what you want is to give more than you can get
and you’d like to write it but it can’t be written
and you’d like to sing it but you don’t dare try
because the little white bird sings it better than you can
and the flight of it so fast
you can’t see it
and you know it’s there
only by the faint whirr of its wings
and the hush song coming so low to your ears
you fear it might be silence
and you listen keen and you listen long
and you know it’s more than silence
for you get the hush song so lovely
it hurts and cuts into your heart
and what you want is to give more than you can get
and you’d like to write it but it can’t be written
and you’d like to sing it but you don’t dare try
because the little white bird sings it better than you can
Little Word, Little White Bird
1181
I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
Sonnets, xxvii
1182
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Sonnets, xxix
1187
Deep is the pond-although the edge be shallow,
Frank is the sun, revealing fish and stone,
Climbing ashore to turtle-head and mallow—
Black at the center beats a heart unknown.
Desolate dreams pursue me out of sleep;
Weeping I wake; waking, I weep, I weep.
Frank is the sun, revealing fish and stone,
Climbing ashore to turtle-head and mallow—
Black at the center beats a heart unknown.
Desolate dreams pursue me out of sleep;
Weeping I wake; waking, I weep, I weep.
Fatal Interview, xxxiii
1188
The heart once broken is a heart no more,
And is absolved from all a heart must be;
All that it signed or chartered heretofore
Is cancelled now, the bankrupt heart is free;
And is absolved from all a heart must be;
All that it signed or chartered heretofore
Is cancelled now, the bankrupt heart is free;
Fatal Interview, l
1189
Heart in my breast,
This half a year now since you broke in two;
The world’s forgotten well, if the world knew.
This half a year now since you broke in two;
The world’s forgotten well, if the world knew.
Fatal Interview, l
1191
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
Travel
1206
Man has places in his heart which do not yet exist,
and into them enters suffering in order that
they may have existence.
and into them enters suffering in order that
they may have existence.
1212
I loved you once, nor can this heart be quiet,
For it would seem that love still lingers there,
But do not you be further troubled by it;
I would in no wise hurt you, oh my dear.
For it would seem that love still lingers there,
But do not you be further troubled by it;
I would in no wise hurt you, oh my dear.
I Loved You Once
1219
I looked and saw your eyes
In the shadow of your hair
As a traveller sees the stream
In the shadow of the wood;
And I said, "My faint heart sights
Ah me! to longer there,
To drink deep and to dream
In that sweet solitude."
In the shadow of your hair
As a traveller sees the stream
In the shadow of the wood;
And I said, "My faint heart sights
Ah me! to longer there,
To drink deep and to dream
In that sweet solitude."
Three Shadows
1220
I looked and saw your heart
In the shadow of your eyes,
As a seeker sees the gold
In the shadow of the stream;
And I said, "Ah me! what art
Should win the immortal prize,
Whose want must make life cold
And Heaven a hollow dream?"
In the shadow of your eyes,
As a seeker sees the gold
In the shadow of the stream;
And I said, "Ah me! what art
Should win the immortal prize,
Whose want must make life cold
And Heaven a hollow dream?"
Three Shadows
1221
I looked and saw your love
In the shadow of your heart,
As a diver sees the perl
In the shadow of the sea;
And I murmured, not above
My breath, but all apart,—
"Ah! you can love, true girl,
And is your love for me?"
In the shadow of your heart,
As a diver sees the perl
In the shadow of the sea;
And I murmured, not above
My breath, but all apart,—
"Ah! you can love, true girl,
And is your love for me?"
Three Shadows
1225
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for another given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven:
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.
By just exchange one for another given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven:
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.
A Ditty
1226
His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides:
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides:
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.
A Ditty
1228
Heart lives in the figure, so
What if gloom pervades the present?
All is fleeting, all will go;
What is gone will then be pleasant.
What if gloom pervades the present?
All is fleeting, all will go;
What is gone will then be pleasant.
Should This Life Sometime Deceive You
1238
I must go on, till ends my rope,
Who from my birth was cursed with hope.
A heart in half is chaste, archaic;
But mine resembles a mosaic—
The thing’s become ridiculous!
Why am I so? Why am I thus?
Who from my birth was cursed with hope.
A heart in half is chaste, archaic;
But mine resembles a mosaic—
The thing’s become ridiculous!
Why am I so? Why am I thus?
A Fairly Sad Tale
1239
New love, new love, shall I be forsaken?
One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh.
Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall be awaken—
Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by?
One shall go a-wandering, and one of us must sigh.
Sweet it is to slumber, but how shall be awaken—
Whose will be the broken heart, when dawn comes by?
The Last Question
1241
If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide;
If cool my heart and high my head,
I think, "How lucky are the dead!"
I bask in dreams of suicide;
If cool my heart and high my head,
I think, "How lucky are the dead!"
Rhyme Against Living
1246
Who flings me silly talk of May
Shall meet a bitter soul;
For June was nearly spent away
Before my heart was whole.
Shall meet a bitter soul;
For June was nearly spent away
Before my heart was whole.
The False Friends
1259
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad—
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
Someone left me sad—
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
A Very Short Song
1262
All of the blundering words I’ve spoken,
Little whilte love, forgive, forgive.
Once you went out, my heart fell, broken.
(Nevertheless, a girl must live.)
Little whilte love, forgive, forgive.
Once you went out, my heart fell, broken.
(Nevertheless, a girl must live.)
Now at Liberty
1268
This is what I vow:
He shall have my heart to keep,
Sweetly will we stir and sleep...
thi sis what I pray:
Keep him by me tenderly;
Keep him sweet in pride of me...
This is what I know:
Lovers’ oaths are thin as rain;
Love’s a harbinger of pain...
He shall have my heart to keep,
Sweetly will we stir and sleep...
thi sis what I pray:
Keep him by me tenderly;
Keep him sweet in pride of me...
This is what I know:
Lovers’ oaths are thin as rain;
Love’s a harbinger of pain...
Somebody’s Song, extracts
1269
...Swift the measured sands may run;
Love like this is never done;
He and I are welded one:
This is what I vow.
...Keep me from the old distress;
Let me, for our happiness,
Be the one to love the less:
This is what I pray.
...Ever is my heart a-thirst,
Ever is my love accurst;
He is neither last nor first:
This is what I know.
Love like this is never done;
He and I are welded one:
This is what I vow.
...Keep me from the old distress;
Let me, for our happiness,
Be the one to love the less:
This is what I pray.
...Ever is my heart a-thirst,
Ever is my love accurst;
He is neither last nor first:
This is what I know.
Somebody’s Song, extracts
1272
If I seek a lovelier part,
Where I travel goes my heart;
Where I stray my thought must go;
With me wanders my desire.
Best to sit and watch the snow,
Turn the lock, and poke the fire.
Where I travel goes my heart;
Where I stray my thought must go;
With me wanders my desire.
Best to sit and watch the snow,
Turn the lock, and poke the fire.
Hearthside
1274
Because your eyes are slant and slow,
Because your hair is sweet to touch,
My heart is high again; but oh,
I doubt if this will get me much.
Because your hair is sweet to touch,
My heart is high again; but oh,
I doubt if this will get me much.
Prophetic Soul
1276
If he whistles low and clear
When the insistent moon is near
And the secret stars are known—
Will your heart be still your own
Just because some words were true? ...
Lady, I was told them too!
When the insistent moon is near
And the secret stars are known—
Will your heart be still your own
Just because some words were true? ...
Lady, I was told them too!
For an Unknown Lady
1278
Travel, trouble, music, art,
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme—
I never said they feed my heart,
But still they pass my time.
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme—
I never said they feed my heart,
But still they pass my time.
Faute de Mieux
1280
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
the thousand little deaths my heart has died.
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
the thousand little deaths my heart has died.
A Certain Lady
1281
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You’ll never know.
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You’ll never know.
A Certain Lady
1290
Some men break your heart in two,
Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
And that cleans up the matter.
Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
And that cleans up the matter.
Experience
1293
And each of us will sigh, and start
A-talking of a faded year,
And lay a hand above a heart,
And dry a pretty tear.
A-talking of a faded year,
And lay a hand above a heart,
And dry a pretty tear.
The Dramatists
1295
Strange, that from lovely dreamings of the dead
I shall come back to you, who hurt me most.
You may not feel my hand upon your head,
I’ll be so new and inexpert a ghost.
Perhaps you will not know that I am near—
And that will break my ghostly heart, my dear.
I shall come back to you, who hurt me most.
You may not feel my hand upon your head,
I’ll be so new and inexpert a ghost.
Perhaps you will not know that I am near—
And that will break my ghostly heart, my dear.
I Shall Come Back
1298
Dearest one, when I am dead
Never seek to follow me.
Never mount the quiet hill
Where the copper leaves are still,
As my heart is, on the tree
Standing at my narrow bed.
Never seek to follow me.
Never mount the quiet hill
Where the copper leaves are still,
As my heart is, on the tree
Standing at my narrow bed.
Prayer for a Prayer
1302
She hated bleak and wintry things alone.
All that was warm and quick, she loved too well—
A light, a flame, a heart against her own;
It is forever bitter cold, in Hell.
All that was warm and quick, she loved too well—
A light, a flame, a heart against her own;
It is forever bitter cold, in Hell.
Tombstones in the Starlight: The Pretty Lady
1316
In May my heart was breaking—
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,
I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,
I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.
Autumn Valentine
1317
Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.
Interior
1320
Let another cross his way—
She’s the one will do the weeping!
Little need I fear he’ll stray
Since I have his heart in keeping—
Let another hail him dear—
Little chance that he’ll forget me!
Only need I curse and fear
Her he loved before he met me.
She’s the one will do the weeping!
Little need I fear he’ll stray
Since I have his heart in keeping—
Let another hail him dear—
Little chance that he’ll forget me!
Only need I curse and fear
Her he loved before he met me.
Mortal Enemy
1324
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
92
1484
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.
1485
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. ’Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.
1588
As you go down the
Stream of life in your
Little canoe, I hope
You will have a jolley
Time, with plenty of
Room for two,
Love is to the human
Heart as sunshine is
To flowers, And friendship
Is the fairest thing in
This cold world of ours.
Stream of life in your
Little canoe, I hope
You will have a jolley
Time, with plenty of
Room for two,
Love is to the human
Heart as sunshine is
To flowers, And friendship
Is the fairest thing in
This cold world of ours.
Autograph Albums and Bible of Ella Beaver Calhoun
1590
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
1634
Something made of nothing, tasting very sweet,
A most delicious compound, with ingredients complete;
But if, as on occasion, the heart and mind are sour,
It has no great significance, and loses half its power.
A most delicious compound, with ingredients complete;
But if, as on occasion, the heart and mind are sour,
It has no great significance, and loses half its power.
The Kiss
1638
A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this,
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
And all his worldly worth for this,
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere
1639
Though I know he loves me,
Tonight my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
Tonight my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
The Kiss
1671
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
Letters on Love (Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties)
1678
So in the end maybe that’s the challenge: to look inside your own heart as perceptively and seriously as you can, and to make peace with what you find there. If we hope to truly see another person, we have to start by looking within ourselves.â€
Men Without Women
1692
It wasn’t a knocking on a door in a business hotel. It was a knocking on the door to his heart. A person couldn’t escape that sound.
Men Without Women
1708
Melancholy is not rage or bitterness; it is a noble species of sadness that arises when we are properly open to the idea that suffering and disappointment are at the heart of human experience.
School of Life
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Nasa to send our human genome discs to the Moon
We'd like to say a âcosmic helloâ: mathematics, culture, palaeontology, art and science, and ... human genomes.
▲ SANCTUARY PROJECT | A cosmic hello of art, science, and genomes.
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▲ SANCTUARY PROJECT | Benoit Faiveley, founder of the Sanctuary project gives the Sanctuary disc a visual check at CEA LeQ Grenoble (image: Vincent Thomas).
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▲ SANCTUARY PROJECT | Sanctuary team examines the Life disc at INRIA Paris Saclay (image: Benedict Redgrove)
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Comparing classifier performance with baselines
All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. âGeorge Orwell
This month, we will illustrate the importance of establishing a baseline performance level.
Baselines are typically generated independently for each dataset using very simple models. Their role is to set the minimum level of acceptable performance and help with comparing relative improvements in performance of other models.
▲ Nature Methods Points of Significance column: Comparing classifier performance with baselines.
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Unfortunately, baselines are often overlooked and, in the presence of a class imbalance5, must be established with care.
Megahed, F.M, Chen, Y-J., Jones-Farmer, A., Rigdon, S.E., Krzywinski, M. & Altman, N. (2024) Points of significance: Comparing classifier performance with baselines. Nat. Methods 20.
Happy 2024 Ï Day—
sunflowers ho!
Celebrate Ï Day (March 14th) and dig into the digit garden. Let's grow something.
▲ 2024 Ï DAY | A garden of 1,000 digits of Ï.
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How Analyzing Cosmic Nothing Might Explain Everything
Huge empty areas of the universe called voids could help solve the greatest mysteries in the cosmos.
My graphic accompanying How Analyzing Cosmic Nothing Might Explain Everything in the January 2024 issue of Scientific American depicts the entire Universe in a two-page spread — full of nothing.
▲ How Analyzing Cosmic Nothing Might Explain Everything. Text by Michael Lemonick (editor), art direction by Jen Christiansen (Senior Graphics Editor), source: SDSS
The graphic uses the latest data from SDSS 12 and is an update to my Superclusters and Voids poster.
Michael Lemonick (editor) explains on the graphic:
“Regions of relatively empty space called cosmic voids are everywhere in the universe, and scientists believe studying their size, shape and spread across the cosmos could help them understand dark matter, dark energy and other big mysteries.
To use voids in this way, astronomers must map these regions in detailâa project that is just beginning.
Shown here are voids discovered by the Sloan Digital Sky Survey (SDSS), along with a selection of 16 previously named voids. Scientists expect voids to be evenly distributed throughout spaceâthe lack of voids in some regions on the globe simply reï¬ects SDSSâs sky coverage.”
voids
Sofia Contarini, Alice Pisani, Nico Hamaus, Federico Marulli Lauro Moscardini & Marco Baldi (2023) Cosmological Constraints from the BOSS DR12 Void Size Function Astrophysical Journal 953:46.
Nico Hamaus, Alice Pisani, Jin-Ah Choi, Guilhem Lavaux, Benjamin D. Wandelt & Jochen Weller (2020) Journal of Cosmology and Astroparticle Physics 2020:023.
Sloan Digital Sky Survey Data Release 12
Alan MacRobert (Sky & Telescope), Paulina Rowicka/Martin Krzywinski (revisions & Microscopium)
Hoffleit & Warren Jr. (1991) The Bright Star Catalog, 5th Revised Edition (Preliminary Version).
H0 = 67.4 km/(Mpc·s), Ωm = 0.315, Ωv = 0.685. Planck collaboration Planck 2018 results. VI. Cosmological parameters (2018).
constellation figures
stars
cosmology
Error in predictor variables
It is the mark of an educated mind to rest satisfied with the degree of precision that the nature of the subject admits and not to seek exactness where only an approximation is possible. âAristotle
In regression, the predictors are (typically) assumed to have known values that are measured without error.
Practically, however, predictors are often measured with error. This has a profound (but predictable) effect on the estimates of relationships among variables â the so-called âerror in variablesâ problem.
▲ Nature Methods Points of Significance column: Error in predictor variables.
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Error in measuring the predictors is often ignored. In this column, we discuss when ignoring this error is harmless and when it can lead to large bias that can leads us to miss important effects.
Altman, N. & Krzywinski, M. (2024) Points of significance: Error in predictor variables. Nat. Methods 20.
Background reading
Altman, N. & Krzywinski, M. (2015) Points of significance: Simple linear regression. Nat. Methods 12:999â1000.
Lever, J., Krzywinski, M. & Altman, N. (2016) Points of significance: Logistic regression. Nat. Methods 13:541â542 (2016).
Das, K., Krzywinski, M. & Altman, N. (2019) Points of significance: Quantile regression. Nat. Methods 16:451â452.
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