Friday, February 27, 2015

Shrouded In Mist


Yes, spring has come;
This morning a nameless hill
Is shrouded in mist.

~ Basho

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

If Winter Comes


If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Throw Not My Words Away


Throw not my words away, as many do;
They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.

~ John Clare

Painting: Gilded Thoughts by Francine Turk

Two Roads Diverged


Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost

Saturday, February 21, 2015

If I Read A Book


If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

~ Emily Dickinson

Painting: A Fireside Read by William Mulready

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Pleasure


Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

~ Khalil Gibran

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Old Lie


The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

~ Wilfred Owen

Painting: Paths Of Glory by Christopher Nevinson

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Snow Falling


Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

~ Robert Frost

Refining Fire


From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit
Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire
Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.

~ T. S. Eliot

Painting: Spiritual Dance by Shafique Farooqi

Monday, February 16, 2015

Youth and Age


What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

~ Robert Browning

Sunday, February 15, 2015

The Wisdom Of Humility


The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.

~ T. S. Eliot

The Rainbow Comes And Goes


The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose.

~ William Wordsworth

Merlin and Vivien


A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Illustration: Merlin and Vivien by Gustave Doré

Saturday, February 14, 2015

From Blossom To Blossom


There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet
impossible blossom.

~ Li-Young Lee

The Poetry Of The Senses


Love is the poetry of the senses.

~ Honoré de Balzac

Painting: The Lovers by Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Make Room For Me


A wind came up out of the sea,
And said, "O mists, make room for me".

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Friday, February 13, 2015

At The Edge Of The Petal


It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.

~ William Carlos Williams

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Be With Me Always


Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

~ Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Photo: Ghosts II (Heathcliff & Catherine) by Sam Taylor-Wood




We Love The Things We Love


We love the things we love for what they are.

~ Robert Frost

Monday, February 09, 2015

A Dedication To My Wife


A Dedication To My Wife
by T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)

To whom I owe the leaping delight
That quickens my senses in our wakingtime
And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,
The breathing in unison

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
And babble the same speech without need of meaning.

No peevish winter wind shall chill
No sullen tropic sun shall wither
The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only.

But this dedication is for others to read:
These are private words addressed to you in public.
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Photo: T. S. Eliot and his second wife Valerie

Sunday, February 08, 2015

Love versus Lust


Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun;
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forgèd lies.

~ William Shakespeare

Marble Sculpture: Venus and Adonis (detail) by Antonio Canova

Saturday, February 07, 2015

The Artist


The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.


~ T. S. Eliot

Four-Piece Suit


Come to lunch. Eliot will be there in a four-piece suit.


~ Virginia Woolf

Friday, February 06, 2015

Ego = 1/Knowledge


Ego = 1/Knowledge

More the Knowledge Lesser the Ego,
Lesser the Knowledge More the Ego.

~ Albert Einstein

Take Away Love, And Our Earth Is A Tomb!


Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!

~ Robert Browning

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Retreat


Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.

~ Marcus Aurelius

Water Jar Cracking


The sound of a water jar
Cracking on this icy night
As I lie awake.

~ Basho

Being In Love


Being in love is my nature.

~ Pablo Neruda

Photo: Pablo Neruda and his third wife Matilde Urrutia

O That I Were A Glove


See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Juliet by William Powell Frith

Wednesday, February 04, 2015

Resentment


Resentment
by Li Bai (705-762)

A beautiful woman folds a pearl curtain;
a deep frown on a beautiful face:
though one sees wet tear stains,
one does not know whom she laments in her heart.

- Translation by Hugh Grigg

Painting: Behind The Curtain by Daeng Buasand

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?


But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Saba At The Balcony by Fabian Perez

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

Let Me Bathe My Soul In Colours


Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.

~ Khalil Gibran

Monday, February 02, 2015

This Is The Hour Of Lead


This is the hour of lead -
Remembered, if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow -
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.

~ Emily Dickinson

Sunday, February 01, 2015

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress


A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness.

~ Robert Herrick

Photo: Marilyn Monroe while filming The Seven Year Itch in New York, 9 September 1954.

The Butterfly


The butterfly is perfuming
Its wings in the scent
Of the orchid.

~ Basho