Friday, July 31, 2015

How Beautiful Is Sunset


How beautiful is sunset, when the glow
Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee,
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Rose And The Thorn


The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

~ Saadi

Thursday, July 30, 2015

The Wild Field Flowers


The wild field flowers are lovers choices,
And Nature's self is Love.

~ John Clare

The Sharp Thorn


The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

~ Ovid

Painting: A Thorn Amidst The Roses by James Sant

Love Lives With Nature


Love lives with Nature, not with lust;
Go, find her in the flowers!

~ John Clare

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Through The Dancing Poppies


Through the dancing poppies stole
A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.

~ John Keats

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Like Dew On The Tip Of A Leaf


Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Monday, July 27, 2015

For Whatever We Lose


For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.

~ E. E. Cummings

The Sea! The Sea!


The sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

~ Bryan Waller Procter

Newer Every Day


We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

~ Emily Dickinson

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Lone Green Places


I love the lone green places where they be,
And the sweet clothing of the Maple tree.

~ John Clare

Saturday, July 25, 2015

We Have Within Ourselves


We have within ourselves
Enough to fill the present day with joy,
And overspread the future years with hope.

~ William Wordsworth

Remember Me


Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land.

~ Christina Rossetti

Friday, July 24, 2015

A Poet Without Love


A Poet without Love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.

~ Thomas Carlyle

Painting: The Betrothal of Robert Burns and Highland Mary by James Archer

Moon


What is there in thee, Moon! that thou shouldst move
My heart so potently?

~ John Keats

Painting: Die Sentimentale by Johann Peter Hasenclever

Thursday, July 23, 2015

The Budding Rose


The budding rose above the rose full blown.

~ William Wordsworth

O Cuckoo!


O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?

~ William Wordsworth

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Enough


I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

~ Vincent Van Gogh

Painting: The Painter On His Way To Work by Vincent Van Gogh

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Love Is The Water Of Life


Love is the Water of Life.
Drink it down with heart and soul!

~ Rumi

Had We But World Enough And Time


Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.

~ Andrew Marvell

Painting: The Courtship by Vincenzo Cabianca

Blest Be Love


Blest be Love, to whom we owe
All that's fair and bright below.

~ Thomas Moore

Monday, July 20, 2015

Lovers Embrace


Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.

~ Khalil Gibran

The Ruby And The Sunrise Are One


The ruby and the sunrise are one.
Be courageous and discipline yourself.

~ Rumi

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Lyre Is A Winged Instrument


Nothing which does not transport is poetry. The lyre is a winged instrument.

~ Joseph Joubert

Painting: Erato, Muse Of Poetry by Sir Edward John Poynter

Is It Your Face That Adorns This Garden?


Is it your face
that adorns this garden?
Is it your fragrance
that intoxicates this garden?
Is it your spirit
that has made this brook
a river of wine?

~ Rumi

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Charms To Sweeten Solitude


In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be;
Where all the noises, that on peace intrude,
Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee,
Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

~ John Clare

Nestling Deep In Boughs


How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs.

~ John Clare

Friday, July 17, 2015

A Dream Of Thee


If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

~ John Donne

Painting: To The Return Of Times Lost by Charles-Amable Lenoir

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Unbelievable Contrasts


Her hair dense as darkness,
Her face rich as the full moon:
Unbelievable contrasts
Couched in a seat of love.

~ Vidyapati

The Radiance Of Love


What is life without the radiance of love?

~ Friedrich Schiller

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Noiseless Noise


And then there crept
A little noiseless noise among the leaves,
Born of the very sigh that silence heaves:
For not the faintest motion could be seen
Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green.

~ John Keats

Stray Gifts


Pleasure is spread through the earth
In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

~ William Wordsworth

While Mantling On The Maiden's Cheek


While mantling on the maiden's cheek,
Young roses kindled into thought.

~ Thomas Moore

Painting: Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May (1908) by John William Waterhouse

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May


Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

~ Robert Herrick

Painting: Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May (1909) by John William Waterhouse

Because Of You


Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers
I ache from the perfumes of spring.

~ Pablo Neruda

Monday, July 13, 2015

The Desire For Love


In every living thing there is the desire for love.

~ D. H. Lawrence

I Met A Lady In The Meads


I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful – a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

~ John Keats

Sunday, July 12, 2015

My Crown Is Called Content


My crown is called content:
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

~ William Shakespeare

Photo: Statue of King Henry VI at York Minster - York, England.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Pure Love


Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Cleopatra and Mark Antony by Kinuko Craft

Thursday, July 09, 2015

Flame Of Love


All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Oh Lone And Lovely Solitude


Oh lone and lovely solitude,
Washed by the sounding sea;
Nature was in a poet's mood,
When she created thee.

~ Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Photo: Ellidaey Island - Iceland

Wednesday, July 08, 2015

Life Without Love


Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

~ Khalil Gibran

You Talk


You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

~ Khalil Gibran

Photo: Khalil Gibran Memorial Garden - Woodland, Washington, DC

Tuesday, July 07, 2015

Flowerness


A flower represents freshness.
The flower is within you because you are able to be fresh.
All of us have the capacity of being fresh.
If we have lost our freshness then we can practice breathing in and out and restore our freshness.
So flower has flowerness within it.
You also are a flower, and you have your flowerness.
We are beautiful every time we restore our flowerness.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

O Live Your Life


The Bulbul to the garden winged his way,
Viewed lily cups, and roses smiling gay,
Cried in ecstatic notes, "O live your life,
You never will relive this fleeting day."

~ Omar Khayyam

Monday, July 06, 2015

More Flowers I Noted


More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.

~ William Shakespeare

Red, Red Rose


My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June.

~ Robert Burns

Saturday, July 04, 2015

A Bird In The Solitude Singing


In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

~ Lord Byron

O Magic Sleep!


O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth!

~ John Keats

Friday, July 03, 2015

Let The Waters Settle


Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.

~ Rumi