Thursday, December 31, 2015

Happy New Year

Happy New Year to Everyone

The Eve Of New Year's Day

The eve of New Year's Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.

~ John Clare

New Year's Day

New Year's Day –
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.

~ Kobayashi Issa

The New-Born Year

Each age has deemed the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.

~ Sir Walter Scott

Photo: New Year's Eve - Red Square in Moscow - 1 January 2015

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Last Year's Words

For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.

~ T. S. Eliot

Photo: T. S. Eliot at his desk - 1944

Hope Smiles

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

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

January Brings The Snow

January brings the snow;
Makes our feet and fingers glow.

~ Sara Coleridge

What In Me Is Dark Illumine

What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support.

~ John Milton

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Wisely and Slow

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

~ William Shakespeare

Since There's No Help

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.

~ Michael Drayton

After Great Pain

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs.

~ Emily Dickinson

Photo: Tomb of Marthe Josephine Besson - Highgate East Cemetery, London.

Monday, December 28, 2015

Now It's Computers

now it's computers and more computers
and soon everybody will have one,
3-year-olds will have computers
and everybody will know everything
about everybody else
long before they meet them
and so they won't want to meet them.
nobody will want to meet anybody
else ever again
and everybody will be
a recluse
like i am now.

~ Charles Bukowski

The Croaking Raven

The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

~ William Shakespeare

Sunday, December 27, 2015

In The Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

~ Christina Rossetti

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Perfect Dream

Let me not mar that perfect dream
By an auroral stain,
But so adjust my daily night
That it will come again.

~ Emily Dickinson

Friday, December 25, 2015

Take Away Love

Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!

~ Robert Browning

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Come To That Clearest Brook

Come to that clearest brook that ever runs round the nook
Where you and I pledged our first love so true.

~ John Clare

At Christmas I No More Desire A Rose

At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.

~ William Shakespeare

The Very Room Honoured By Milton's Name

Among the band of my compeers was one
Whom chance had stationed in the very room
Honoured by Milton's name. O temperate Bard!
Be it confest that, for the first time, seated
Within thy innocent lodge and oratory,
One of a festive circle, I poured out
Libations, to thy memory drank, till pride
And gratitude grew dizzy in a brain
Never excited by the fumes of wine
Before that hour, or since.

~ William Wordsworth

Photo: Christ's College, Cambridge, where John Milton was a student from 1625 to 1629.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Glad Christmas Comes

Glad Christmas comes, and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now,
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth,
And crown him with a holly bough.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

The Fragrant Brilliance Of The Christmas Tree

Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs,
Rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys,
Advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm,
Retreating to the corner of arm and knee,
Eager to be reassured, taking pleasure
In the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.

~ T. S. Eliot

Monday, December 21, 2015

Fair Dewy Roses

Fair dewy roses brush against our faces.

~ John Keats

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

~ John Donne

Photo: Ben Whishaw as John Keats and Abbie Cornish as Fanny Brawne in the 2009 film Bright Star.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

My Nightingale

In stale blank verse a subject stale
I send per post my Nightingale;
And like an honest bard, dear Wordsworth,
You'll tell me what you think, my Bird's worth.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Whiter Than New Snow

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.

~ William Shakespeare

O The Snow!

O the snow, the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and the earth below!

~ John Whitaker Watson

Friday, December 18, 2015

The Landscape Sleeps In Mist

The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face
Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
When done the journey of her nightly race,
Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place.

~ John Clare

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Hold Fast To Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

~ Langston Hughes

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Our Doubts Are Traitors

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.

~ William Shakespeare

O If We But Knew!

O if we but knew what we do
When we delve or hew –
Hack and rack the growing green!

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nature's Book

'Tis sweet to meet the morning breeze,
Or list the gurgling of the brook;
Or, stretched beneath the shade of trees,
Peruse and pause on Nature's book.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Go To Sleep, Darlings

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."

~ Lewis Carroll

Life Owns No Joy So Pleasant As The Past

Life owns no joy so pleasant as the past,
That banish'd pleasure, wrapt in memory's womb:
It leaves a flavour sweet to every taste,
Like the sweet substance of the honeycomb.

~ John Clare

Monday, December 14, 2015


Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest.

~ William Wordsworth
To A Snowdrop

If I Don't Write

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.

~ Lord Byron

Painting: The Passion Of Creation by Leonid Pasternak

He Who Saddens

He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.

~ John Keats

Sunday, December 13, 2015

The Sunrise

The Sunrise – Sire – compelleth Me –
Because He's Sunrise – and I see –
Therefore – Then –
I love Thee.

~ Emily Dickinson

The Fire Of Love

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.

~ William Shakespeare

Laugh, And The World Laughs With You

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Friday, December 11, 2015

The Voice Of The Dove

Come listen, O Love, to the voice of the dove,
Come, hearken and hear him say,
There are many Tomorrows, my Love, my Love, –
There is only one Today.

~ Joaquin Miller

Ay, Little Larky!

Ay, little Larky! what's the reason,
Singing thus in winter season?
Nothing, surely, can be pleasing
To make thee sing;
For I see nought but cold and freezing,
And feel it sting.

~ John Clare

Thursday, December 10, 2015

To Weep

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

~ William Shakespeare

A Determined Soul

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,
Can circumvent or hinder or control
The firm resolve of a determined soul.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Wednesday, December 09, 2015

Through The Jasmine-Leaves

Look down, and let your blue eyes dawn
Upon me through the jasmine-leaves.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Bloody Men Are Like Bloody Buses

Bloody men are like bloody buses –
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

~ Wendy Cope

Nature Is Full Of Genius

Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

~ Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday, December 08, 2015

Windows Don't Happen

Sunlight's a thing that needs a window
Before it enters a dark room.
Windows don't happen.

~ R. S. Thomas

Monday, December 07, 2015

A Bird Came Down The Walk

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

~ Emily Dickinson

Returning Springs

Yet 'neath the blackest cloud a sunbeam flings
Its cheering promise of returning Springs.

~ John Clare

Sunday, December 06, 2015

My Day Is Done

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

~ Rabindranath Tagore