Saturday, January 31, 2015

What Freezings Have I Felt!


What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!

~ William Shakespeare

Photo: Shakespeare Statue - Central Park - New York

سيدي يا والد الشعب وحبيبه


مرثية الأميرة سحاب بنت عبدالله بن عبدالعزيز آل سعود في وفاة والدها رحمه الله

How Like A Winter


How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

~ William Shakespeare

Photo: Shakespeare Statue - Central Park - New York

Creeping Like Snail


And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

~ William Shakespeare

Illustration by Bill Sanderson

Friday, January 30, 2015

وين رايح؟


جدارية "وين رايح؟" للفنان أحمد زهير

وين رايح؟
إلتفت سلم علينا
ما روينا من حنانك
ومنك ما اكتفينا

One's Not Half Of Two


One's not half of two. It's two are halves of one.

~ E. E. Cummings

Thursday, January 29, 2015

It is My Lady


It is my lady, O, it is my love!

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Juliet On The Balcony by Thomas Francis Dicksee

Love's Hot Fire


I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.

~ William Shakespeare

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Winter Kept Us Warm


Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

~ T. S. Eliot

Kindness


How beautiful a day can be
When kindness touches it!

~ George Elliston

Forever and Ever


Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be the one
That shines in me like the morning sun.
Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be my spring,
My rainbow's end and the song I sing.
Take me far beyond imagination.
You're my dream come true, my consolation.

~ Demis Roussos

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Goodbye, My Love, Goodbye


Goodbye, my love, goodbye,
Goodbye and au revoir.
As long as you remember me,
I'll never be too far.

~ Demis Roussos

Monday, January 26, 2015

Lighting One Candle From Another


Lighting one candle
from another -
Winter night.

~ Buson

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly


When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?

~ Oliver Goldsmith

Painting: The Awakening Conscience by William Holman Hunt

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Beauty


Beauty is a light in the heart.

~ Khalil Gibran

Friday, January 23, 2015

The Grandeur Of God


The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

So I Find Words


So I find words I never thought to speak
In streets I never thought I should revisit
When I left my body on a distant shore.

~ T. S. Eliot

Photo: T. S. Eliot on Love Beach, New Providence Island, while on his honeymoon in the Bahamas with his second wife, Valerie, in 1957.

Wales


Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales.

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Photo: Llanrwst, North Wales, UK

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

A White Blossom


A White Blossom
by D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930)

A tiny moon as white and small as a single jasmine flower
Leans all alone above my window, on night's wintry bower,
Liquid as lime-tree blossom, soft as brilliant water or rain
She shines, the one white love of my youth, which all sin cannot stain.

Sunbeams


I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

~ Pablo Neruda

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Flower


A flower blossoms for its own joy.

~ Oscar Wilde

Friday, January 16, 2015

Field Of Dried Grass


Falling sick on a journey
My dream goes wandering
Over a field of dried grass.

~ Matsuo Basho

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Love Is Most Nearly Itself


Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.

~ T. S. Eliot

Painting: Romeo and Juliet by Frank Dicksee

Love Is A Circle


Love is a circle that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of love.

~ Robert Herrick

The Lady Of Shalott


And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Painting: The Lady Of Shalott by John William Waterhouse

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Licence My Roving Hands


Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.

~ John Donne

Like A Peacock


Like a peacock, your beauty is multiplied when you spread your wings and show the world your stuff!

~ Anonymous

Monday, January 12, 2015

Winter Summer


In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

~ Albert Camus

I Thank You God


I thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

~ E. E. Cummings

Friendly Mist


Friendly mist on the morning mountain
As I cut some firewood beneath the pines
Shuts out the busy world.

~ Wandering Poet

All Is Ephemeral


All is ephemeral – fame and the famous as well.

~ Marcus Aurelius

Painting: Last Words of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius by Eugène Delacroix

Fame Is A Bee


Fame is a bee.
It has a song –
It has a sting –
Ah, too, it has a wing.

~ Emily Dickinson

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Rough Winds


Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Boreas by John William Waterhouse

Her Very Frowns


Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.

~ Hartley Coleridge

Drawing: Charcoal study for Flora by John William Waterhouse

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Woman Throwing A Stone


Everything you can imagine is real.

~ Pablo Picasso

Painting: Woman Throwing A Stone by Pablo Picasso

I Love Your Hills


I love your hills and I love your dales,
And I love your flocks a-bleating;
But O, on the heather to lie together,
With both our hearts a-beating!

~ John Keats

Painting: La Musette by Francois Boucher

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances


Let us not burden our remembrances with
A heaviness that's gone.

~ William Shakespeare

Friday, January 09, 2015

Melancholy


A strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sadness.

~ Françoise Sagan

Painting: Melancholy by Louis Lagrenee

Thursday, January 08, 2015

Exploration


We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

~ T. S. Eliot

Painting: Discovery Of A New World by NoiZe-B

Wednesday, January 07, 2015

Just Exchange


My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given.

~ Sir Philip Sidney

Making Rhymes


I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.

~ Nathaniel Hawthorne

Painting: Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne by Charles Osgood

How Do I Love Thee?


I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

O Gentle Sleep!


O gentle sleep!
Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above
And in new dreams, not soon to vanish, bless
My senses with the sight of her I love.

~ Horace Smith

Painting: Girl With A Poppy (detail) by Emile Vernon

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

O Woman!


O Woman, lovely Woman, magic flower,
What loves, what pleasures in thy graces meet!
Thou blushing blossom, dropt from Eden's bower;
Thou fair exotic, delicately sweet!

~ John Clare

Painting: Girl With A Poppy by Emile Vernon

Patience


Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear?

~ Lao Tzu

Butterfly Settling On Flower


Here have I careless stooped down to catch
The meadow flower that entertained my eye;
And as the butterfly went whirring by,
How anxious for its settling did I watch.

~ John Clare

Our Meddling Intellect


Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things.

~ William Wordsworth

Monday, January 05, 2015

Sequestered Nature


Sequestered nature was his heart's delight.

~ John Clare

Painting: Stream In The Mountains by George Inness

Flower


O how I feel, just as I pluck the flower
And stick it to my breast - words can't reveal;
But there are souls that in this lovely hour
Know all I mean, and feel whate'er I feel.

~ John Clare

Sunday, January 04, 2015

O Love, O Fire!


O Love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson