Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Psyche & Cupid

And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!

~ John Keats
Ode To Psyche

Painting: Cupid Wakens Psyche by Benigne Gagneraux

It Will Be Happier

Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'It will be happier'.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Ring Out The Old, Ring In The New

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Monday, December 29, 2014

Olive Trees

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them,
Their Oil would become Tears.

~ Mahmoud Darwish

Photo: A Palestinian woman hugs an olive tree to protect it from destruction by the Israeli army.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Yon Oak

Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson


With me poetry has been not a purpose, but a passion.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

Painting: Portrait Of Edgar Allan Poe by Charles Hine

The Raven

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

Painting: Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven by Jairo Guerrero

The Lockets Of Her Hair

Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

~ Rumi

Painting: Krishna Combing Radha's Hair by Satchitananda Das

Come Live With Me

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove.

~ Christopher Marlowe

Painting: A Shepherd Piping To A Shepherdess by Francois Boucher

Saturday, December 27, 2014


Somehow, not only for Christmas,
But all the long year through,
The joy that you give to others,
Is the joy that comes back to you.

~ John Greenleaf Whittier

In Drear-Nighted December

In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity.

~ John Keats

Friday, December 26, 2014

The More We Study

The more we study, we the more discover
Our ignorance.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Painting: Saint Augustine by Caravaggio

Thursday, December 25, 2014


Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Kiss

You have witchcraft in your lips.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: The Kiss (Detail) by Francesco Hayez

Monday, December 22, 2014


Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty.

~ William Wordsworth

Painting: A View Of Westminster Abbey And The Houses Of Parliament by John MacVicar Anderson

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Regions Of Sorrow

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed
With ever-burning Sulphur unconsumed.

~ John Milton

Painting: Triptych of the Last Judgment - Detail (Right Panel) by Hans Memling

The Woods Are Lovely, Dark And Deep

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~ Robert Frost

Friday, December 19, 2014

Come Sleep!

Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace.

~ Sir Philip Sidney

Painting: Sleepless by Yulonda Rios

I Watched A Rosebud

I watched a rosebud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then, when I thought it should be strong,
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at evensong.

~ Christina Rossetti

Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Thoughtful Reader

She liked getting hold of some book, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one.

~ Virginia Woolf

Painting: The Thoughtful Reader by Franz Dvorak


A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,
And sweet as English air could make her, she.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

صلاح أمرك للأخلاق مرجعه

صَلَاحُ أَمْرِكَ لِلأَخْلَاقِ مَرْجِعُهُ
فَقَوِّمِ النَّفْسَ بِالأَخْلَاقِ تَسْتَقِمِ
وَالنَّفْسُ مِنْ خَيْرِهَا فِي خَيْرِ عَافِيَةٍ
وَالنَّفْسُ مِنْ شَرِّهَا فِي مَرتَعٍ وَخِمِ

~ أحمد شوقي

The Body Of The Soul

What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.

~ Oscar Wilde

Painting: The Invention Of The Art of Drawing by Joseph Benoit Suvee

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

How Unpleasant To Meet Mr. Eliot!

How unpleasant to meet Mr. Eliot!
With his features of clerical cut,
And his brow so grim
And his mouth so prim
And his conversation, so nicely
Restricted to What Precisely
And If and Perhaps and But.

~ T. S. Eliot

Time Present And Time Past

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.

~ T. S. Eliot

Painting: Old Jeddah by Yvonne Ayoub

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Weave The Sunlight In Your Hair

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

~ T. S. Eliot


Colour is a power which directly influences the soul.

~ Wassily Kandinsky

Painting: Composition VII by Wassily Kandinsky

Monday, December 15, 2014

Books and Sleep

I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.

~ Jorge Luis Borges

In Your Light

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

~ Rumi

Sunday, December 14, 2014

There Will Be Time

There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.

~ T. S. Eliot

Painting: Self Portrait With Masks by James Ensor

Winter Solitude

Winter solitude -
in a world of one colour
the sound of wind.

~ Matsuo Basho

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Base Clouds

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?

~ William Shakespeare

Because Of You

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.

~ Pablo Neruda

Painting by An He

Friday, December 12, 2014

Mark But This Flea

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is.

~ John Donne

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Let The Moon Shine On Thee

Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty mountain winds be free
To blow against thee.

~ William Wordsworth

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Wynnstay Hall

Wynnstay Hall - Ruabon - North Wales - Illustrated News 1858

Though I Look Old

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

~ William Shakespeare

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

I Love Snow

I love snow, and all the forms
Of the radiant frost.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley


He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be beloved by Men.

~ William Blake

Monday, December 08, 2014

The Woodpecker

His bill an auger is,
His head, a cap and frill.
He laboreth at every tree,
A worm his utmost goal.

~ Emily Dickinson

Sunday, December 07, 2014

The Beauty Of Your Eyes

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say "This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces."

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: La Donna Velata by Raphael

Saturday, December 06, 2014

What Freezings Have I Felt

What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!

~ William Shakespeare

December's Bareness

What old December's bareness everywhere!

~ William Shakespeare

Friday, December 05, 2014

Fallen Leaves

Blowing from the west
Fallen leaves gather
In the east.

~ Buson

Thursday, December 04, 2014

The Cloud

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

Like A Thunderbolt

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Pretty Hummer

What is more soothing than the pretty hummer
That stays one moment in an open flower,
And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?

~ John Keats

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

Objective Correlative

The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an "objective correlative"; in other words, a set of objects, a situation, a chain of events which shall be the formula of that particular emotion; such that when the external facts, which must terminate in sensory experience, are given, the emotion is immediately evoked.

~ T. S. Eliot

Painting: T. S. Eliot by Patrick Heron

Falling Star

Go and catch a falling star.

~ John Donne

Monday, December 01, 2014

Mist Haiku

autumn mist
out of sight
out of myself

~ Chen-ou Liu