Sunday, January 31, 2016

I Write My Poems


I write my poems in these paths unseen.

~ John Clare

Grow Old Along With Me


Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made.

~ Robert Browning

My Sunset Sky


Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Your Monument Shall Be My Gentle Verse


Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse,
When all the breathers of this world are dead.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Love Sonnets by Marie Spartali Stillman

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Love and Friendship


Love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

To Heal My Aching Moods


To heal mine aching moods,
Give me God's virgin woods.

~ Clinton Scollard

Sorrow Is Knowledge


Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most
Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth,
The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

~ Lord Byron

Sweet Spring


Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie.

~ George Herbert

The Sky


The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, January 29, 2016

Sweet Perfumes


Now let me tread the meadow paths
While glittering dew the ground illumes,
As, sprinkled o'er the withering swaths,
Their moisture shrinks in sweet perfumes.

~ John Clare

Thursday, January 28, 2016

A Lusty Flower In June's Caress


Great bliss was with them, and great happiness
Grew, like a lusty flower in June's caress.

~ John Keats

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

How Like Eve's Apple


How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!

~ William Shakespeare

Photo: Shakira - Oral Fixation Vol. 2 - 2005

List The Nightingale


Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove,
And list the nightingale – she dwells just here.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair


Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.

~ Alexander Pope

Many Eyes Go Through The Meadow


Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, January 25, 2016

That Pretty Girl


That pretty girl –
munching and rustling
the wrapped-up rice cake.

~ Kobayashi Issa

How Sweet The Moon Extends Her Cheering Ray


How sweet the Moon extends her cheering ray
To damp the terrors of the darksome night.

~ John Clare

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Green To The Very Door


Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms,
Green to the very door.

~ William Wordsworth

Look Deep Into Nature


Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

~ Albert Einstein

A Sense Sublime


And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.

~ William Wordsworth

Saturday, January 23, 2016

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress


A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness.

~ Robert Herrick

Love Is A Circle


Love is a circle that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.

~ Robert Herrick

Friday, January 22, 2016

The Familiar Rhythm


Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and fall and rise again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.

~ Virginia Woolf

Photo: Virginia Woolf - 1926

I Would In That Sweet Bosom Be


I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)
Where no rude wind might visit me.
Because of sad austerities
I would in that sweet bosom be.

~ James Joyce

Her Straw Hat Couldn't Hide The Smile


Her straw hat couldn't hide the smile
That blushed like early morning.

~ John Clare

Thursday, January 21, 2016

To All Light Things I Compared Her


To all light things
I compared her, to
a snowflake, a feather.

~ R. S. Thomas

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

A Frog Jumps In


An old pond,
A frog jumps in –
Sound of water.

~ Matsuo Basho

Lo! The Sea Is Fair


Lo! the sea is fair,
Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair.

~ Lucy Maud Montgomery

The Woodbine-Trees Red Berries Bear


The woodbine-trees red berries bear,
That clustering hang upon the bower.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Pricks Like A Bramble


Everything I touch
with tenderness, alas,
pricks like a bramble.

~ Kobayashi Issa

With Melted Snow


With melted snow I boil fragrant tea.

~ Po Chu-i

Monday, January 18, 2016

Queen Rose


Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Drop Of Dew


What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it?

~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Sunday, January 17, 2016

And I Will Make Thee Beds Of Roses


And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.

~ Christopher Marlowe

Sunset


O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake,
Would all their colours from the sunset take.

~ John Keats

Photo: Sunset - Jeddah 16 January 2016

Solitude


The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.

~ Omar Khayyam

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Loneliness


Won't you come and see
loneliness? Only one leaf
from the kiri tree.

~ Matsuo Basho

A Light Of Laughing Flowers


A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Friday, January 15, 2016

A Shady Boon


Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep.

~ John Keats

Thursday, January 14, 2016

The Sound Of The Bell


Coolness –
the sound of the bell
as it leaves the bell.

~ Yosa Buson

Photo: Bell at Miidera Temple - Japan

The Winter Sun


The winter sun creeps by the snow hills.

~ T. S. Eliot

The Uplifted Axe


To shrub or tree throughout thy fields
They no compassion show;
The uplifted axe no mercy yields,
But strikes a fatal blow.

~ John Clare

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

The Calming Sea


The calming sea reaches out to me,
Inviting me to its pure serenity.

~ Elizabeth E. Castillo

Time By Minutes Slips Away


Time by minutes slips away,
First the hour, then the day,
Small the daily loss appears,
Yet soon it amounts to years.

~ Ronald Tierney

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Don't Carry The World Upon Your Shoulders


And anytime you feel the pain,
Hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.

~ The Beatles

The Dearest Ones Of Time


The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul – BOOKS.

~ Emily Dickinson

The Flower That Once Has Blown For Ever Dies


The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

~ Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Monday, January 11, 2016

Not Knowing The Name Of The Tree


Not knowing the name of the tree,
I stood in the flood
of its sweet scent.

~ Matsuo Basho

Photo: Statue of Matsuo Basho - Chusonji, Hiraizumi, Japan

A Violet By A Mossy Stone


A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!

~ William Wordsworth

Lay Her In The Earth


Lay her i' th' earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Detail of Ophelia by John Everett Millais