James Oppenheim

James Oppenheim

The Years (1912)

Summary

Portrait of James Oppenheim James Oppenheim,  The Years (1912)

“ Then we sat around that sparkling table, and there flowed with the wine the deepest spirit of earth, those waters from hidden springs that reach back a million years: the give-and-take and touch and radiance of the ancient relationships: parents and children, brothers and sisters, husband and wife.
I knew then that what I had seen in the hospital—the tragedy of life and its overcoming by sheer grit—were but items in, the splendid years. Even the heart-break of Felix and Laura over their first-born's death was but a broken corner in the wheat-fields.
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Portrait of James Oppenheim James Oppenheim,  The Years (1912)

“ All that is beautiful in life was disclosed—the brief and ancient pilgrimage of beings who may have been full of faults and erring days, but now showed the piercing glory of the human heart: courage and reverence and the love that binds us. We trembled with shame-hidden tears as their young voices said so simply that beyond doubt they would love and cherish and honor each other in sickness and misfortune and health and happiness, ever striving to lift each other's lives to higher levels, until the very death. So sure were they of life's grandeur and love's deathlessness. ”
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Portrait of James Oppenheim James Oppenheim,  The Years (1912)

“ Yet I felt overborne with tragedy, feeling the beautiful, flaming city creating steel out of the agony, the poverty, and the death of her people, filling her hospitals, asylums, and jails with the failures, and her shanties and shacks with the fierce bread-struggle of the toilers. This then, I thought, is modern civilization; this is what machinery and cities cost the race. And how, I asked myself, does life persist in the face of this? What keeps the race going—besides sheer grit? ”
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