Sunday, November 29, 2015

They Gradually Pass Away

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.

~ Chuang Tzu

Saturday, November 28, 2015

I Love The Snow

I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing.

~ John Clare

Friday, November 27, 2015

We Are Led To Believe A Lie

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye.

~ William Blake

Painting: The Lie by Salvator Rosa

Thursday, November 26, 2015

My Greatest Pleasure

My greatest pleasure was the enjoyment of a serene sky amidst these verdant woods.

~ Mary Shelley

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

I Am Out With Lanterns

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

~ Emily Dickinson

Monday, November 23, 2015

Oh! That The Desert Were My Dwelling-Place

Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,
With one fair Spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And, hating no one, love but only her!

~ Lord Byron

Sunday, November 22, 2015

That Destruction

May that destruction, which 'tis thine to spread,
Descend with ten-fold fury on thy head.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Photo: Aleppo - Syria - 15 August 2012

Ah, On This Bank How Happy Have I Felt

Ah, on this bank how happy have I felt,
When here I sat and mutter'd nameless songs.

~ John Clare

Saturday, November 21, 2015

The History Of The Hunt

There is that great proverb – that until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.

~ Chinua Achebe

Photo: Bronze statue of a man with a lion - Queen Victoria Memorial - Buckingham Palace - London

The Smell Of Violets

The smell of violets, hidden in the green,
Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame
The times when I remember to have been
Joyful and free from blame.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Friday, November 20, 2015

The Green Tree

Let us go in the fields, love, and see the green tree.

~ John Clare

Unlace Yourself

Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime,
Tells me from you, that now it is bed time.

~ John Donne

Painting: In The Boudoir by Johann Georg Mayer von Bremen

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Weave The Sunlight In Your Hair

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

~ T. S. Eliot

A Vernal Wood

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

~ William Wordsworth

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Poetry Fettered

Poetry fettered fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed, or flourish, in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

~ William Blake

Painting: William Blake by Thomas Phillips

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

To Erin

When dullness shall chain the wild harp that would praise thee,
When its last sigh of freedom is heard on thy shore,
When its raptures shall bless the false hearth that betrays thee –
Oh, then, dearest Erin, I'll love thee no more!

~ J. J. Callanan

Painting: The Harp of Erin by Thomas Buchanan Read

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Sweet It Was To Mark The Flower

Sweet it was to mark the flower,
Rain-drops glist'ning on its head.

~ John Clare

Your Beauty's A Flower

Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows.

~ Robert Burns

Saturday, November 14, 2015

My Bonny Forest Maid

O sweet are dews of morning, ere the Autumn blows so chill,
And sweet are forest flowers in the hawthorn's mossy shade,
But nothing is so fair, and nothing ever will
Bloom like the rosy cheek of my bonny Forest Maid.

~ John Clare

Painting: Flowers From The Woods by J. O. Bank

I Love You Straightforwardly

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.

~ Pablo Neruda

Friday, November 13, 2015

The Moon Is At Her Full

The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep tonight.

~ William Cullen Bryant

Thursday, November 12, 2015

I Wish I Was Where I Would Be

I wish I was where I would be,
With love alone to dwell,
Was I but her or she but me,
Then love would all be well.

~ John Clare

Painting: The Girl I Left Behind by William Holyoake

Poetical Essay On The Existing State Of Things

The Bodleian Library's copy of Poetical Essay On The Existing State Of Things by Percy Bysshe Shelley - Printed as a 20-page pamphlet in 1811 under the alias of "A Gentleman Of The University Of Oxford".

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

O Poesy!

O Poesy! for thee I hold my pen
That am not yet a glorious denizen
Of thy wide heaven – Should I rather kneel
Upon some mountain-top until I feel
A glowing splendour round about me hung,
And echo back the voice of thine own tongue?

~ John Keats

Photo: Ben Whishaw as John Keats in the 2009 film Bright Star

I Will In Her Beauty Rest

I will look upon her face, I will in her beauty rest,
And lay my aching weariness upon her lovely breast.

~ John Clare

Painting: The Hammock by Gustave Courbet

Nature's Voice Is Never Loud

O take me from the busy crowd,
I cannot bear the noise!
For Nature's voice is never loud;
I seek for quiet joys.

~ John Clare

I Found The Poems In The Fields

I found the poems in the fields,
And only wrote them down.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

The Poppies Hung

The poppies hung
Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

~ John Keats

Monday, November 09, 2015

Lady Of The Lake

What damsel is that? said Arthur. That is the Lady Of The Lake, said Merlin; and within that lake is a rock, and therein is as fair a place as any on earth, and richly beseen, and this damsel will come to you anon, and then speak ye fair to her that she will give you that sword.

~ Sir Thomas Malory

Bright Summer-Day

I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer-day.

~ Lewis Carroll

Sunday, November 08, 2015

The Loving Cup

To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you're wrong, admit it;
Whenever you're right, shut up.

~ Ogden Nash
A Word To Husbands

Tidal Wave Of Justice

Once in a lifetime
The longed for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.

~ Seamus Heaney

There Is A Charm In Solitude

There is a charm in Solitude that cheers,
A feeling that the world knows nothing of;
A green delight the wounded mind endears
After the hustling world is broken off.

~ John Clare

Saturday, November 07, 2015

The Odour From The Flower Is Gone

The odour from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Friday, November 06, 2015

The Lesser Celandine

There is a Flower, the Lesser Celandine,
That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain;
And, the first moment that the sun may shine,
Bright as the sun himself, 'tis out again!

~ William Wordsworth

Thursday, November 05, 2015

A Magnificent World In Itself

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

~ Henry Miller

Photo: Microscopic view of a grass blade (Notice the smiley faces!)

Wednesday, November 04, 2015

When Trees Were Green

He could not die when trees were green,
For he loved the time too well.
His little hands, when flowers were seen,
Were held for the bluebell.

~ John Clare

I Have Lived Today

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own;
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today.

~ John Dryden

Tuesday, November 03, 2015

What Will Survive Of Us Is Love

What will survive of us is love.

~ Philip Larkin

Photo: Detail of Arundel Tomb in Chichester Cathedral, Sussex, England

This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison!

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

How Peaceable It Seems

How peaceable it seems for lonely men
To see a crow fly in the thin blue sky.

~ John Clare

Monday, November 02, 2015

A Dream Within A Dream

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

Photo: Actress Evan Rachel Wood - Tattoo

O Nature!

O Nature! Thou hast fed
My lofty speculations; and in thee,
For this uneasy heart of ours, I find
A never-failing principle of joy
And purest passion.

~ William Wordsworth

Sunday, November 01, 2015


It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.

~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

The One Red Leaf

The one red leaf, the last of its clan,
That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge