Saturday, October 31, 2015

Such Sweet Compulsion


Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

~ John Milton

Painting: Kreutzer Sonata by René François Xavier Prinet

The Winter Comes


The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.

~ John Clare

Dreading The Winter's Near


For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

~ William Shakespeare

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Yonder Cloud


Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?

~ William Shakespeare

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

The Smithy Of My Soul


Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

~ James Joyce

The Snotgreen Sea


The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

~ James Joyce

The Mist Is Resting On The Hill


The mist is resting on the hill;
The smoke is hanging in the air;
The very clouds are standing still:
A breathless calm broods everywhere.

~ Anne Bronte

O! It Is Pleasant


O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Monday, October 26, 2015

It Is Difficult To Get The News From Poems


It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.

~ William Carlos Williams

Photo: Asphodel

My Sun Sets To Rise Again


My sun sets to rise again.

~ Robert Browning

Sunday, October 25, 2015

I Long For Scenes Where Man Hath Never Trod


I long for scenes where man hath never trod;
A place where woman never smiled or wept;
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below – above the vaulted sky.

~ John Clare

Falling Willow Leaves


I would sweep the garden
before departing: in the temple,
falling willow leaves.

~ Basho

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Dear Julia!


We'll rest upon the fragrant hay,
Dear Julia! in the willow's shade;
In fond affection spend the day:
And there I'll love my bonny maid.

~ John Clare

I Like The Willow Leaning


I like the willow leaning half way o'er
The clear deep lake to stand upon its shore.

~ John Clare

Friday, October 23, 2015

The Solemn Sea Of Silence


The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us;
I know thou livest, and thou lovest me;
And yet I wish some white ship would come sailing
Across the ocean, bearing word from thee.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Clear Tranquillity


It is an isle 'twixt Heaven, Air, Earth and Sea,
Cradled and hung in clear tranquillity.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ruby-Breasted Warbler


Stay, ruby-breasted warbler, stay,
And let me see thy sparkling eye.

~ John Keats

Her Lips


Her lips outshine the dear rose
That smells so sweet within.

~ John Clare

Purple Gold


If solitude hath ever led thy steps
To the wild ocean's echoing shore,
And thou hast lingered there,
Until the sun's broad orb
Seemed resting on the burnished wave,
Thou must have marked the lines
Of purple gold that motionless
Hung o'er the sinking sphere.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Autumn Fields


Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Monday, October 19, 2015

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Gold On Every Hill


The scattered clouds lie calm and still,
And day throws gold on every hill.

~ John Clare

Brook!


Brook! whose society the Poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew.

~ William Wordsworth

I Bring Fresh Showers


I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Tyger! Tyger! Burning Bright


Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

~ William Blake

What Is Green?


What is green? the grass is green,
With small flowers between.

~ Christina Rossetti

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Among The Drifting Leaves


I sought among the drifting leaves,
The golden leaves that once were green,
To see if Love were hiding there
And peeping out between.

~ Sara Teasdale

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

I Saw Her Crop A Rose


I saw her crop a rose
Right early in the day,
And I went to kiss the place
Where she broke the rose away.

~ John Clare

Painting: An Elegant Lady Picking Roses by Charles Rochussen

Like Vapours Tossed


And yet I am, and live like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems.

~ John Clare

Painting: Stormy Sea With Blazing Wreck by J.M.W. Turner

A Wonan's Eye


For where is any author in the world,
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

~ William Shakespeare

Photo: Aishwarya Rai

Monday, October 12, 2015

O, How Full Of Briers!


O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

~ William Shakespeare

Autumn's Fire


Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

~ William Allingham

We Two Were Lovers


We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
We plighted our troth 'neath a summer sky.
And all through the riotous, ardent weather
We dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sweet Highland Girl


Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
Twice seven consenting years have shed
Their utmost bounty on thy head.

~ William Wordsworth

Painting: A Young Girl In Highland Dress With A Dove by Unknown Artist

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Like A Sleeping Swan


My soul is an enchanted boat,
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Friday, October 09, 2015

Autumnal Wind


Wild is the music of the autumnal wind
Among the faded woods.

~ William Wordsworth

Thursday, October 08, 2015

From Vale To Vale


From vale to vale, from wood to wood, he flew,
Breathing upon the flowers his passion new.

~ John Keats

Eden Is That Old-Fashioned House


Eden is that old-fashioned House
We dwell in every day
Without suspecting our abode
Until we drive away.

~ Emily Dickinson

Painting: Emily Dickinson - Early Morning by Elizabeth Pols

Wednesday, October 07, 2015

On With The Dance!


On with the dance! let joy be unconfined.

~ Lord Byron

When You Do Dance


When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.

~ William Shakespeare

Tuesday, October 06, 2015

The Sea And I


When first we met (the Sea and I),
Like one before a King
I stood in awe; nor felt nor saw
The sun, the winds, the earth, the sky
Or any other thing.
God's Universe to me,
Was just the Sea.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

By The Sea


Why does the sea moan evermore?
Shut out from heaven it makes its moan,
It frets against the boundary shore;
All earth's full rivers cannot fill
The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.

~ Christina Rossetti

Monday, October 05, 2015

Pleasant Tales Of Thee


The breeze is whispering in the bush,
And the leaves fall from the tree,
All sighing on, and will not hush,
Some pleasant tales of thee.

~ John Clare

Sunday, October 04, 2015

The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones


Third Fisherman: Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
First Fisherman: Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

~ William Shakespeare

Autumn Leaf


Swinging on delicate hinges
the Autumn leaf
almost off the stem

~ Jack Kerouac

Friday, October 02, 2015

Thy Tongue


Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penned,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: A Lady Playing A Lute - Franco-Flemish School - 17th Century.

Hand In Hand


We came into the world like brother and brother,
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

~ William Shakespeare

Thursday, October 01, 2015

What Are Heavy?


What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow:
What are brief? today and tomorrow:
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth:
What are deep? the ocean and truth.

~ Christina Rossetti

Behold, Within The Leafy Shade


Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.

~ William Wordsworth

I Travel Through Your Waist


I travel through your waist as through a river.

~ Octavio Paz