Poetry by Amelia Earhart
From An Airplane
Even the Watchful Purple Hills
that hold the lake
Could not see so well as I
the stain of evening
Creeping from its heart
Courage
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace,
The soul that knows it not, knows
no release
From little things;
Knows not the livid loneliness of
fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
[How can Life grant us boon of living,
compensate
For dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul's dominion? Each time we
make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the restless day,
And count it fair.]*
*This bracketed section was not included in the video but comprises the remaining stanzas of the poem.
(Excerpt from an unfinished poem)
Merciless life laughs in the burning
sun
And only death, slow, circling down