Thursday, March 31, 2016

The Burnt-Out Ends Of Smoky Days


Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

~ T. S. Eliot

Photo: Piccadilly Circus during the Great Smog of 1952 - London

The Human Heart Has Hidden Treasures


The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.

~ Charlotte Bronte

Oh Come My Mary


Oh come my Mary come away
And let us share the woodland breeze;
The woodland breeze I love to share
Where green leaves whisper all the day.

~ John Clare

Monday, March 28, 2016

Through The Dancing Poppies


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

~ John Keats

O Could I Be What Once I Was


O could I be what once I was
In heaths and valleys green
A dweller in the summer grass
Green fields and places green

~ John Clare

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Why So Pale And Wan, Fond Lover?


Why So Pale And Wan, Fond Lover?
by Sir John Suckling (1606-1642)

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale? —
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute? —
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing do't?
Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move,
This cannot take her —
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her:
The Devil take her!

What Is Love?


What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

~ William Shakespeare

Falling Leaves


How frail the bloom, how short the stay
That terminates us all!
Today we flourish green and gay,
Like leaves tomorrow fall.

~ John Clare

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Leaves


If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all.

~ John Keats

Come Down From Heaven


Mute in that golden silence hung with green,
Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyes
Remembrance of all beauty that has been,
And stillness from the pools of Paradise.

~ Siegfried Sassoon

Friday, March 25, 2016

I Love Spring's Early Flowers


I love Spring's early flowers,
And their bloom in its first hours,
But they never half so bright or lovely seem
As the blithe and happy grace
Of my darling's blushing face,
And the happiness of love's young dream.

~ John Clare

The Sea Heaves Up


The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there and buries its tumultuous strength.

~ Robert Browning

Not In Mine Eyes Alone Is Paradise


She said to me, "Turn thee about and listen;
Not in mine eyes alone is Paradise."

~ Dante Alighieri

Thursday, March 24, 2016

The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain


The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.

~ Emily Dickinson

My Imagination Is A Monastery


My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk.

~ John Keats

Photo: Tatev Monastery - Armenia

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Farewell Dear Flowers


Farewell dear flowers, sweetly your time ye spent,
Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament,
And after death for cures.

~ George Herbert

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Lavender Is For Lovers True


Lavender is for lovers true,
Which evermore be faine;
Desiring always for to have
Some pleasure for their paine:
And when that they obtainèd have
The love that they require,
Then have they all their perfect joie,
And quenchèd is the fire.

~ A Handful of Pleasant Delights (1584) by Clement Robinson and Divers Others

Life Has Loveliness To Sell


Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings.

~ Sara Teasdale

The Morning Mist Is Changing Blue


The morning mist is changing blue
Like smoke among the bushes.

~ John Clare

Monday, March 21, 2016

O Let My Books


O let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast.

~ William Shakespeare

Photo: Shakespeare in The Royal Library at Windsor Castle

Beautiful Golden Sunflowers


We're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside.

~ Allen Ginsberg

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Ah Sun-Flower!


Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller's journey is done.

~ William Blake

Nature, Hope, and Poesy


Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee –
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Love Is Flower-Like


Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Friday, March 18, 2016

And The Spring Arose On The Garden Fair


And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Light Exists In Spring


A light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period.

~ Emily Dickinson

Thursday, March 17, 2016

While The Sun Went Brightly Down


While the sun went brightly down
O'er the meadows green and brown,
We loved together.

~ John Clare

Daisy-Covered Ground


He loved the daisy-covered ground,
The cloud-bedappled sky.

~ John Clare

From Blossom To Blossom


There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

~ Li-Young Lee

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Balmy Sleep


Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

~ Edward Young

The Flowers Of That Garden Sweet


I doubt not the flowers of that garden sweet
Rejoiced in the sound of her gentle feet.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Painting: Sumer Is Icumen In by Herbert Arnould Olivier

While Mantling On The Maiden's Cheek


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

~ Thomas Moore

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

How Does The Meadow-Flower Its Bloom Unfold?


How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold.

~ William Wordsworth

I Enjoy The Spring


I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

~ Virginia Woolf

While Time Is Withdrawn


Here between the hither and the farther shore
While time is withdrawn, consider the future
And the past with an equal mind.

~ T. S. Eliot

Monday, March 14, 2016

The Houses Are All Gone Under The Sea


The houses are all gone under the sea.

~ T. S. Eliot

Painting: The End Of The Beginning by Steve McGhee

Sunday, March 13, 2016

In The Spring I Asked The Daisies


In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.

~ Sara Teasdale

Many And Many A Verse I Hope To Write


Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimm'd and white,
Hide in deep herbage.

~ John Keats

Saturday, March 12, 2016

A Morning-Glory At My Window


A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

~ Walt Whitman

Friday, March 11, 2016

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

Behold Her, Single In The Field


Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!

~ William Wordsworth

Thursday, March 10, 2016

I Want To Write A Novel About Silence


"I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; "the things people don't say."

~ Virginia Woolf

Sunset


I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge
And peer into night's chasm dark and damp.
High in his hand he held a blazing lamp,
Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Beside The Eternal Nile


Beside the eternal Nile
The Pyramids have risen.
Nile shall pursue his changeless way;
Those Pyramids shall fall.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Painting: The Pyramids Of Giza From The Nile by David Roberts

Tuesday, March 08, 2016

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup


Bring me the sunset in a cup.

~ Emily Dickinson

The Breath Of The Cherry Blossoms


I went down to
mingle my breath
with the breath
of the cherry blossoms.

~ Toi Derricotte

Blooming As Peaches


Blooming as peaches pearled with dew.

~ Christina Rossetti

Oh Cherry


Oh Cherry,
why can't my poems
be as beautiful?

~ Toi Derricotte

Monday, March 07, 2016

The Flowers Have Tender Little Souls


The flowers have tender little souls
That love, rejoice, aspire.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Spring Is Come


The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too.

~ John Clare