Thursday, April 30, 2015

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

I Sing Of Brooks

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, or June, and July flowers.

~ Robert Herrick

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

O Let Me Lead Her Gently

O let me lead her gently o'er the brook,
Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look;
O let me for one moment touch her wrist;
Let me one moment to her breathing list;
And as she leaves me, may she often turn
Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

~ John Keats

Spring Comes

Spring comes: the flowers learn their coloured shapes.

~ Maria Konopnicka

Flora In Her Early May

Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn
The shrine of Flora in her early May.

~ John Keats

Painting: Flora and the Zephyrs by John William Waterhouse

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Hungry Heart

For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Photo: Sean Bean as Odysseus in Troy 2004.

My Cherry Lips

My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Thisbe by John William Waterhouse

Just Being Alive!

Just being alive!
- Miraculous to be in
cherry blossom shadows!

~ Kobayashi Issa

Monday, April 27, 2015

How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!

~ William Shakespeare

Sunday, April 26, 2015

A Boat So Small

I'm afraid a boat so small
would sink with the weight
of all my sorrow.

~ Li Qingzhao

Painting: Woman In A Boat - Antique Chinese Art

This Is My Lady's Hand

By my life, this is my lady's hand. These be her very C's, her U's and her T's, and thus makes she her great P's.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Indiscreet Eye or Urinating Woman by Francois Boucher

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Bright Star

Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell.

~ John Keats

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

My Subject Is War

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

~ Wilfred Owen

Painting: We Are Making A New World by Paul Nash

Friday, April 24, 2015

You Are Always New

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

~ John Keats

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


The irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me: -
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band
Of inner solitude.

~ Christina Rossetti

Painting: Miranda - The Tempest by John William Waterhouse

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Poetry And Beauty

Poetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence; it breaks walls down.

~ Mahmoud Darwish

Photo: Mahmoud Darwish with Lebanese singer Majidah El-Roumi

Written On The Wall At Chang's Hermitage

Written On The Wall At Chang's Hermitage
by Tu Fu (c 712-770)

It is Spring in the mountains.
I come alone seeking you.
The sound of chopping wood echoes
between the silent peaks.
The streams are still icy.
There is snow on the trail.
At sunset I reach your grove
in the stony mountain pass.
You want nothing, although at night
you can see the aura of gold
and silver ore all around you.
You have learned to be gentle
as the mountain deer you have tamed.
The way back forgotten, hidden
away, I become like you,
an empty boat, floating, adrift.

- Translated by Kenneth Rexroth

Painting: Poet On A Mountaintop by Shen Zhou

John Clare

I am the self-consumer of my woes.

~ John Clare

Painting: John Clare by Thomas Grimshaw

A Blind Man's Profession

Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.

~ Pablo Picasso

Painting: The Blind Man's Meal by Pablo Picasso

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Oh As I Was Young And Easy

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

~ Dylan Thomas

Tuesday, April 21, 2015


Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be.
There's a shadow hanging over me.

~ The Beatles

Like A Flower To Its Perfume

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you.

~ Pablo Neruda

Monday, April 20, 2015

Because Of You

Because of you, all fruits reach out to me
as if I were the sun.

~ Nazim Hikmet

The Fruit Of That Forbidden Tree

The fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe.

~ John Milton

Painting: Woman With Apple by Victor Moya Calvo

Hermia and Lysander

One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Hermia and Lysander - A Midsummer Night's Dream by John Simmons

The Uncertainty Of The Poet

I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

~ Wendy Cope

Painting: The Uncertainty Of The Poet by Giorgio de Chirico

Sunday, April 19, 2015


Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.

~ John Locke

Painting: Reverie by Eva Hollyer

Saturday, April 18, 2015

رغيف خبز يابس

رغيف خبز يابس - من قصائد أبي العتاهية في الزهد 

رَغيفُ خُبزٍ يَابِسٍ 
تَأكُلُهُ فِي زَاوِيَهْ 
وَكُوزُ مَاءٍ بَارِدٍ 
تَشْرَبُهُ مِنْ صَافِيَهْ 
وَغُرفَةٌ ضَيِّقَةٌ 
نَفْسُكَ فِيهَا خَالِيَهْ 
أَوْ مَسجِدٌ بِمَعزِلٍ 
عَنِ الوَرَى فِي نَاحِيَهْ 
تَقرَأُ فِيهِ مُصحَفاً 
مُستَنِداً لُِسَارِيَهْ
مُعتَبِراً بِمَنْ مَضَى 
مِنَ القُرُونِ الخَالِيَهْ
خَيْرٌ مِنَ السَّاعَاتِ فِي 
فَيْءِ القُصُورِ العَالِيَهْ
تَعقُبُهَا عُقُوبَةٌ 
تَصْلَى بِنَارٍ حَامِيَهْ
فَهَذِهِ وَصِيَّتِي 
مُخْبِرَةٌ بِحَالِيَهْ
طُوبَى لِـمَنْ يَسمَعُهَا 
تِلكَ لَعَمْرِي كَافِيَهْ
فَاسْمَعْ لِنُصْحِ مُشْفِقٍ 
يُدعَى أبَا العَتَاهِيَهْ

From His Lip

From his lip
Not words alone pleased her.

~ John Milton

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Man Is Not Made For Defeat

"But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

~ Ernest Hemingway

Painting: Old Man and The Sea by Jan Hrebicek

Fair Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.

~ Robert Herrick

Dancing With The Daffodils

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

~ William Wordsworth

Painting: Happy Little Daffodils by Takeyce Walter

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

The Mind Is Its Own Place

The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

~ John Milton

Painting: Double Dutch by Oleg Shuplyak

Pluck This Little Flower

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!
I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.

~ Rabindranath Tagore


From Nature doth emotion come, and moods
Of calmness equally are Nature's gift:
This is her glory; these two attributes
Are sister horns that constitute her strength.

~ William Wordsworth

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

When I Gathered Flowers

When I gathered flowers
For my girl
From the top of the plum tree
The lower branches
Drenched me with dew.

~ Hitomaro

Let Nature Be Your Teacher

Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.

~ William Wordsworth

Monday, April 13, 2015

The Dandelion's Down

Were I in such a place, I sure should pray
That nought less sweet, might call my thoughts away,
Than the soft rustle of a maiden's gown
Fanning away the dandelion's down.

~ John Keats

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Death Took Him By The Heart

There, in the happy no-time of his sleeping,
Death took him by the heart.

~ Wilfred Owen

Painting: A Dead Soldier - 17th Century - by Anonymous Italian

Half-Deserted Streets

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets.

~ T. S. Eliot

Photo: A street in Aleppo, Syria, 27 October 2012

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Blossoms And Birds

I'm weary of doing things; weary of words.
I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.

~ Edgar Guest


Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive. When you meet Beauty, you feel that the hands deep within your inner self are stretched forth to bring her into the domain of your heart.

~ Khalil Gibran

Painting: A Young Beauty Wearing A Red Veil by Gustave Doyen

Rose In May

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

~ Geoffrey Chaucer

Painting: Girl With A Rose by Guido Reni

Friday, April 10, 2015

A Violet By A Mossy Stone

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!

~ William Wordsworth

Thursday, April 09, 2015

All Experience Is An Arch

Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Photo: Striding Arch sculpture by Andy Goldsworthy - Dumfries & Galloway, Scotland

When Life's Path Is Steep

Remember, when life's path is steep, to keep your mind even.

~ Horace

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

Night In The Forest

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest.

~ John Denver

Poetry Is Delicious

Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.

~ Virginia Woolf

عامل الناس كما تحب أن يعاملوك

من الخطأ أن تعامل الناس كما يعاملونك. يقول العقاد فى هذا قولاً جميلاً: الناس فيهم الكاذب والغشاش والخائن والمخادع .. فلو أنك عاملت كل إنسان بما فيه من صفته لاجتمع فيك ما تفرق فيهم فتصبح أحط الناس، لذلك عامل الناس كما تحب أن يعاملوك

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

A Pleasure Beyond Compare

To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.

~ Kenko Yoshida