Monday, August 31, 2015

Sit In Reverie

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Painting: Miranda by John William Waterhouse

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Bonny Lassie

Corn bottles more than blue bonny Lassie O
And corn poppies scarlet hue bonny Lassie O

~ John Clare

Bring Poppies

Bring poppies for a weary mind
That saddens in a senseless din.

~ William Winter

That Crazed Girl

That crazed girl improvising her music,
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore.

~ William Butler Yeats

Relax, Make Love

I'm going out,
flies, so relax,
make love.

~ Kobayashi Issa

A Cheerful Life

A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

~ William Wordsworth

Saturday, August 29, 2015

A Splendid Sun Hath Set!

A splendid sun hath set! – when shall our eyes
Behold a morn so beautiful arise
As that which gave his mighty genius birth,
And all eclipsed the lesser lights on earth!

~ John Clare
On Lord Byron

Painting: Lord Byron On His Death Bed by Joseph-Denis Odevaere

Daisy! Again I Talk To Thee

With little here to do or see
Of things that in the great world be,
Daisy! again I talk to thee,
For thou art worthy.

~ William Wordsworth

When The Leaves Hang Trembling

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

~ Christina Rossetti

Friday, August 28, 2015

Old Noted Oak

Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood
Of vague indifference; and yet with me
Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood
For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea
Of grass that waves around thee!

~ John Clare

Photo: The Bowthorpe Oak (Clare's "Old noted oak") in Bourne, Lincolnshire, England.

Thursday, August 27, 2015


And your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet 'tis a withered pear.

~ William Shakespeare

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Humble As The Ripest Mulberry

Thy stout heart,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling.

~ William Shakespeare

The Milk-White Rose

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.

~ William Shakespeare

With Love Juice Stained

With love juice stained, the mulberry,
The fruit that dews the poet's brain.

~ Matthew Roydon

The Marigold

The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
And with him rises weeping.

~ William Shakespeare

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

You The Sun With Her Must Play

You the sun with her must play,
She to you the marigold,
To none but you her leaves unfold.

~ Thomas Middleton

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks!

How lush and lusty the grass looks! How green!

~ William Shakespeare

Oh That I Were An Orange Tree!

Oh that I were an Orange tree,
That busy plant!
Then should I ever laden be,
And never want
Some fruit for him that dress├Ęd me.

~ George Herbert


That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.

~ William Shakespeare

Monday, August 24, 2015


And in the wood, where often you and I
Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie,
Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet.

~ William Shakespeare

Double Cherry

So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.

~ William Shakespeare

Sunday, August 23, 2015

The Orange Bright

He hangs in shades the orange bright,
Like golden lamps in a green night.

~ Andrew Marvell

The Moon Lives

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

~ Pablo Neruda

The First Jasmines

My heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Saturday, August 22, 2015

What Is Orange?

What is orange? Why, an orange,
Just an orange!

~ Christina Rossetti

This Powerful Rhyme

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.

~ William Shakespeare

Photo: The Prince Albert Memorial - Kensington Gardens - London

Friday, August 21, 2015

Sweet Brook!

Sweet brook! I've met thee many a summer's day,
And ventured fearless in thy shallow flood,
And rambled oft thy sweet unwearied way,
'Neath willows cool that on thy margin stood.

~ John Clare

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Those Were The Days

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day.

~ Mary Hopkin

Photo: Mary Hopkin - 1968

Bright-Eyed Daisies

Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are,
With blades of grass between,
Each daisy stands up like a star
Out of a sky of green.

~ Christina Rossetti

O Rose

O Rose, thou flower of flowers, thou fragrant wonder,
Who shall describe thee in thy ruddy prime;
Thy perfect fulness in the summer time;
When the pale leaves blushingly part asunder
And show the warm red heart lies glowing under?

~ Christina Rossetti

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

A Lady's Lap

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap.

~ William Shakespeare

Artwork: Forest Girl by Cao Chi Nhan

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Field Of Wheat

Field of wheat, so full and fair,
Shining, with thy sunny hair
Lightly waving either way,
Graceful as the breezes play –
Looking like a summer sea,
How I love to gaze at thee!

~ H. F. Gould

Monday, August 17, 2015

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white – then melts forever.

~ Robert Burns

Painting: Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread by Alexander Goudie

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Bonny Mary Let Us Go

Bonny Mary let us go o'er the wheat fields far away.

~ John Clare

Painting: Woman In A Wheat Field by Sigalit Aharoni

Now A Soft Kiss

Now a soft kiss –
Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

~ John Keats

The Lilies Say

The lilies say: Behold how we
Preach without words of purity.

~ Christina Rossetti

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Stooping Lilies Of The Valley

And stooping lilies of the valley,
That love with shades and dews to dally,
And bending droop on slender threads,
With broad hood-leaves above their heads,
Like white-robed maids, in summer hours,
Beneath umbrellas shunning showers.

~ John Clare

The Violets Whisper

The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet take no heed
Of humble lessons we would read.

~ Christina Rossetti

The Daisy Is A Happy Flower

The daisy is a happy flower
That comes with early spring,
And brings with it the sunny hour,
When bees are on the wing.

~ John Clare

Friday, August 14, 2015

I Hear The Wind

I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ask Me Why I Send To You

Ask me why I send to you
This Primrose all bepearled with dew?
I straight will whisper in your ears:
The sweets of love are washed with tears.

~ Thomas Carew

I Saw The Sweetest Flower

I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer.

~ John Keats

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Proud Be The Rose

Proud be the rose, with rains and dews
Her head impearling.

~ William Wordsworth

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

I Met Her In The Greenest Dells

I met her in the greenest dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells.

~ John Clare

There Is A Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods.

~ Lord Byron

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

What The Imagination Seizes As Beauty

What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not.

~ John Keats

Photo: Ben Whishaw as John Keats in Bright Star 2009

Monday, August 10, 2015

I Have Been Eating Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

~ Mark Strand

The Lily Of The Vale

The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen,
Puts on the robe she neither sew'd nor spun.

~ Michael Bruce

Meet Me In The Green Glen

Love, meet me in the green glen,
Beside the tall elm-tree.

~ John Clare

In One Kiss

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

~ Pablo Neruda