Sunday, November 30, 2014


Walking is man's best medicine.

~ Hippocrates

I Travel Through Your Waist

I travel through your waist as through a river.

~ Octavio Paz

Bald Spot

They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"

~ T. S. Eliot

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Unreal City

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.

~ T. S. Eliot

Photo: On London Bridge on the morning of 11 December 2013 by 
Julie Podstolski

The Yellow Fog

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening.

~ T. S. Eliot

Friday, November 28, 2014

From Time To Time

From time to time
The clouds give rest
To the moon-beholders.

~ Basho

I Long To See Your Face

In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.

~ Rumi

O For A Muse Of Fire

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention!

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: The Muse by Gabriel de Cool

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Bright Star

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art.

~ John Keats

Be Near Me

Be near me when my light is low.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Monday, November 24, 2014

The Barge She Sat In

The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burnt on the water.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: The Meeting of Antony and Cleopatra by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema

Cleopatra's Charms

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Cleopatra On The Terraces Of Philae by Frederick Arthur Bridgman

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Blue Sky Prevailing

Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!

~ William Wordsworth

Saturday, November 22, 2014


The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged - though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

~ Robert Frost

Thursday, November 20, 2014


I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a superhuman fancy. It is because they are connected with the most thoughtless and the happiest moments of our lives.

~ John Keats

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

This Bud Of Love

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

~ William Shakespeare

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Lovers

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.

~ Rumi

Painting: The Lovers by John Atkinson Grimshaw

Monday, November 17, 2014

I Think That I Shall Never See

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

~ Joyce Kilmer

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Read To Me Some Poem

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Painting: Woman Reading To An Old Man by Frank Stanley Ogilvie

The Daisy

The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air.

~ Robert Burns


On a bare branch
a crow is perched -
Autumn evening.

~ Matsuo Bashō

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Daisy Stars

The pastoral cowslips are our little pets,
And daisy stars, whose firmament is green.

~ Thomas Hood

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.

~ William Butler Yeats

Friday, November 14, 2014

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

~ Emily Dickinson

The River Is Within Us

The river is within us, the sea is all about us.

~ T. S. Eliot

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Forget and Smile

Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

~ Christina Rossetti

Monday, November 10, 2014

Drive My Dead Thoughts Over The Universe

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Painting: Colours Of The Wind by Serena

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come

Not knowing when the dawn will come,
I open every door.

~ Emily Dickinson

Painting: Peasant Woman Seated Before An Open Door, Peeling Potatoes by Vincent Van Gogh

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Twisted Branch Upon The Beach

A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.

~ T. S. Eliot

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

The Leaves Fall Patiently

The leaves fall patiently,
Nothing remembers or grieves;
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of the leaves.

~ Sara Teasdale

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Morning Dew

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew,
Whose short refresh upon the tender green
Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth shew,
And straight 'tis gone as it had never been.

~ Samuel Daniel

Monday, November 03, 2014

Rats' Alley

I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.

~ T. S. Eliot

Painting: The Rats Alley by Avril E. Jean

Sunday, November 02, 2014


Poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge