Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Rose Is Sweetst

The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew.

~ Sir Walter Scott

Monday, June 29, 2015

Fare Thee Well

Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

~ Lord Byron

Drawing: Lady Byron

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Love Loves To Love Love

Love loves to love love.

~ James Joyce

The Present Works Of Present Man

Aloof with hermit-eye I scan
The present works of present man –
A wild and dreamlike trade of blood and guile,
Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Photo: Tony Blair 'selfie' artwork - Catalyst: Contemporary Art and War

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Maid Of Athens

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, O, give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!

~ Lord Byron

Painting: Greek Maiden by Henry Pickersgill

I Awoke One Morning

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

~ Lord Byron

Friday, June 26, 2015

Unlove's The Heavenless Hell

unlove's the heavenless hell and homeless home.

~ E. E. Cummings

Photo: Aleppo, Syria, 8 February 2014

To Be Nobody-But-Yourself

To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

~ E. E. Cummings

Photo: E. E. Cummings - 1938

They Might Not Need Me

They might not need me – yet they might –
I'll let my Heart be just in sight –
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.

~ Emily Dickinson

Be Thou The Rainbow

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!

~ Lord Byron

Thursday, June 25, 2015

The Happy Hunting Ground

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

~ James Joyce

Painting: The Plays of Shakespeare by Sir John Gilbert

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Swimming In Roses

I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses.

~ James Joyce

Come, My Friends

Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Painting: Ship at Sea by Edward Moran

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Always I Long To Creep

Always I long to creep
Into some still cavern deep,
There to weep, and weep, and weep
My whole soul out to thee.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Monday, June 22, 2015

The Daisy Sleeps

The daisy sleeps upon the dewy lawn,
Not lifting yet the head that evening bowed.

~ William Wordsworth

New Kimono

Asked how old he was,
the boy in the new kimono
stretched out all five fingers.

~ Kobayashi Issa

Sunday, June 21, 2015

It Just Blooms

A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.

~ Zen Shin Talks

Saturday, June 20, 2015

In This Sequestered Nook

In this sequestered nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard-seat!
And birds and flowers once more to greet,
My last year's friends together.

~ William Wordsworth

Friday, June 19, 2015

As Springs In Deserts Found

As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be,
So, midst the withered waste of life, those tears would flow to me.

~ Lord Byron

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away,
When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay.

~ Lord Byron

Painting: Works of Lord Byron - Poetry Volume 4 - Facing Page 154

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Physical & Mental Efficiency

I fast for greater physical and mental efficiency.

~ Plato

Painting: Detail of Plato (in the likeness of Leonardo Da Vinci) from The School Of Athens by Raphael

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

True Poetry

Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and do not learn. Your poetry issues of its own accord when you and the object have become one – when you have plunged deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there. However well-phrased your poetry may be, if your feeling is not natural – if the object and yourself are separate – then your poetry is not true poetry but merely your subjective counterfeit.

~ Basho

Every Day Is A Journey

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

~ Basho

On A Mountain Path In Spring

Touched by my sleeve, more wildflowers start to dance.
Avoiding people, the secluded birds do not make a sound.

~ Emperor Ningzong

Painting: On A Mountain Path In Spring by Ma Yuan

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

The Mountain And I

We sit together, the mountain and I,
Until only the mountain remains.

~ Li Bai


Her angel's face,
As the great eye of heaven shined bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.

~ Edmund Spenser

Monday, June 15, 2015

Every Flower

And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

~ William Wordsworth

Sunday, June 14, 2015

It Saves Going To Heaven

I am glad you love the Blossoms so well.
I hope you love Birds, too.
It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.

~ Emily Dickinson

In Nature

In nature there is nothing melancholy.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Locked Heart

Alas! is even love too weak
To unlock the heart, and let it speak?

~ Matthew Arnold

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Footfalls Echo In The Memory

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.

~ T. S. Eliot

Painting: Psyche Opening The Door Into Cupid's Garden by John William Waterhouse

In The Sun

In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means.

~ Dylan Thomas

There Was A Naughty Boy

There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
For nothing would he do
But scribble poetry.

~ John Keats

Painting: A Boy Writing by Albert Anker

Friday, June 12, 2015

Wise Men Don't Need To Prove Their Point

Wise men don't need to prove their point.
Men who need to prove their point aren't wise.

~ Lao Tzu

Photo: Statue of Lao Tzu in Quanzhou, China

Thursday, June 11, 2015


Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our chearful faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.

~ William Wordsworth


When I die, Dublin will be written on my heart.

~ James Joyce

Photo: Statue of James Joyce in Dublin

It Was An April Morning

It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,
Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice
Of waters which the winter had supplied
Was softened down into a vernal tone.
The spirit of enjoyment and desire,
And hopes and wishes, from all living things
Went circling, like a multitude of sounds.

~ William Wordsworth

Painting: Hobart Town Rivulet and Mount Wellington by John Skinner Prout


He had an only daughter call'd Haidee,
The greatest heiress of the Eastern Isles;
Besides, so very beautiful was she,
Her dowry was as nothing to her smiles:
Still in her teens, and like a lovely tree,
She grew to womanhood, and between whiles
Rejected several suitors, just to learn
How to accept a better in his turn.

~ Lord Byron

Painting: Byron as Don Juan, with Haidee by Alexandre-Marie Colin

The Analytical Engine

The Analytical Engine weaves algebraic patterns, just as the Jacquard loom weaves flowers and leaves.

~ Ada Lovelace

Painting: Portrait of Ada, Countess Of Lovelace by Alfred Edward Chalon

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Is It Perfume From A Dress?

Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?

~ T. S. Eliot

Photo: Dita Von Teese

My Thought Is A Tender Leaf

My thought is a tender leaf that sways in every direction and finds pleasure in its swaying.

~ Khalil Gibran

Spring Divine

Come, put your hand in mine,
True love, long sought and found at last,
And lead me deep into the Spring divine
That makes amends for all the wintry past.

~ Henry Van Dyke

Tuesday, June 09, 2015

Mount Slowly, Sun!

Mount slowly, sun! that we may journey long,
By this dark hill protected from thy beams!

~ William Wordsworth



~ T. S. Eliot

Monday, June 08, 2015

How Divine

How divine,
The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man
To roam at large among unpeopled glens
And mountainous retirements.

~ William Wordsworth

Tranquil Mind

By a tranquil mind I mean nothing else than a mind well ordered.

~ Marcus Aurelius

Stand Ye Calm

Stand ye calm and resolute, 
Like a forest close and mute.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sunday, June 07, 2015

Stony Rubbish

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?

~ T. S. Eliot

Photo: A bombed ancient site in Syria

Fill The Cup

Ah! my Belov├ęd, fill the Cup that clears
Today of past Regrets and future Fears.

~ Edward Fitzgerald
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam

Painting: Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam by Carl Purcell

I Rhyme To See Myself

I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

~ Seamus Heaney

Photo: Seamus Heaney 2001 by Mariana Cook