Saturday, April 30, 2016

Flowers


Flowers are the music of the ground
From earth's lips spoken without sound.

~ Edwin Curran

The Dandelion's Pallid Tube


The Dandelion's pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass.

~ Emily Dickinson

Friday, April 29, 2016

The Wind Plays So Sweet


The wind plays so sweet in thy bonny brown hair.

~ John Clare

Rhodora


Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Muezzin


I would that it to me were given
To climb each day the muezzin's stair
And in the warm and silent air
To sing my heart out into Heaven.

~ Vita Sackville-West

Painting: The Muezzin by Jean-Leon Gerome

Teach Me, My God And King


Teach me, my God and King,
In all things Thee to see,
And what I do in anything
To do it as for Thee.

~ George Herbert

Painting: George Herbert At Bemerton by William Dyce

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Now That Lilacs Are In Bloom


Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room.

~ T. S. Eliot

John Keats Still Writes Poetry


"John Keats is dead," they say, but I
Who hear your full insistent cry
In bud and blossom, leaf and tree,
Know John Keats still writes poetry.

~ Countee Cullen

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

April Is The Cruellest Month


April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

~ T. S. Eliot

The Splendid Sycamore


In massy foliage of a sunny green
The splendid sycamore adorns the spring,
Adding rich beauties to the varied scene,
That Nature's breathing arts alone can bring.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Bright Are The Stars That Shine


Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her

~ The Beatles

Because The Road Was Steep And Long


Because the road was steep and long
And through a dark and lonely land,
God set upon my lips a song
And put a lantern in my hand.

~ Joyce Kilmer

Painting: The Middle Way by Behzad Sohrabi

The Spring Comes In


The Spring comes in with all her hues and smells,
In freshness breathing over hills and dells.

~ John Clare

I Love The Flowers


I love the flowers, the fragrant flowers!
They're fairy things to me;
They seem like angels sent to bless,
And teach of purity.

~ My Flower-Pot Child's Picture Book

Monday, April 25, 2016

Sauntering At Ease


Sauntering at ease, I often love to lean
O'er old bridge walls, and mark the flood below,
Whose ripples, through the weeds of oily green,
Like happy travellers chatter as they go.

~ John Clare

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Fair Is My Love


Fair is my love, when her fair golden hairs
With the loose wind ye waving chance to mark.

~ Edmund Spenser

Linlithgow


Linlithgow
by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)

Of all the palaces so fair,
Built for the royal dwelling,
In Scotland far beyond compare,
Linlithgow is excelling;
And in its park, in jovial June,
How sweet the merry linnet's tune,
How blithe the blackbird's lay!
The wild-buck bells from ferny brake,
The coot dives merry on the lake;
The saddest heart might pleasure take
To see all nature gay.
But June is, to our Sovereign dear,
The heaviest month in all the year;
Too well his cause of grief you know,
June saw his father's overthrow.
Woe to the traitors who could bring
The princely boy against his king!
Still in his conscience burns the sting.
In offices as strict as Lent,
King James's June is ever spent.

(From Marmion - Canto IV - Section XV - Sir David Lindsey's Tale)

Photo: Linlithgow Palace - West Lothian, Scotland

Linlithgow


Linlithgow
by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)

Of all the palaces so fair,
Built for the royal dwelling,
In Scotland far beyond compare,
Linlithgow is excelling;
And in its park, in jovial June,
How sweet the merry linnet's tune,
How blithe the blackbird's lay!
The wild-buck bells from ferny brake,
The coot dives merry on the lake;
The saddest heart might pleasure take
To see all nature gay.
But June is, to our Sovereign dear,
The heaviest month in all the year;
Too well his cause of grief you know,
June saw his father's overthrow.
Woe to the traitors who could bring
The princely boy against his king!
Still in his conscience burns the sting.
In offices as strict as Lent,
King James's June is ever spent.

(From Marmion - Canto IV - Section XV - Sir David Lindsey's Tale)

Painting: Linlithgow Palace by J. M. W. Turner

Saturday, April 23, 2016

I Sit Alone With Sorrow


Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warmed sweet tomorrow:
Stripped bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.

~ Christina Rossetti

Some Shape Of Beauty


Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in.

~ John Keats

Let Us Not Burthen Our Remembrance


Let us not burthen our remembrance with
A heaviness that's gone.

~ William Shakespeare

Friday, April 22, 2016

Now I Am A Lake


Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.

~ Sylvia Plath
Mirror

The Maiden I Love


But sweeter than all the wild flowers of the mountain
Is the beauty that walks here – the maiden I love.

~ John Clare

Painting: Girl In A Lilac-Coloured Dress With Bouquet Of Flowers by Eugene de Blaas

Thursday, April 21, 2016

I Celebrate Myself


I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

~ Walt Whitman

A Fragrant Messenger Of Spring


Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower,
That peeping from thy rustic bower
The festive news to earth dost bring,
A fragrant messenger of Spring.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

I Want To Eat The Sunbeam


I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body.

~ Pablo Neruda

Her Lips Were Cherries Of The Spring


Her lips were cherries of the spring and hazel were her eyes.

~ John Clare

Photo: Bianca Balti

Had I Not Seen The Sun


Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
My Wilderness has made –

~ Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

White Chrysanthemums


My eyes,
having observed everything,
returned to the white chrysanthemums.

~ Kosugi Issho

Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sun


Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?

~ John Donne

All Nature Laughed In The Sunshine


A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

~ Anne Bronte

Monday, April 18, 2016

We Grow Like Flowers


We grow like flowers, and bear desire,
The odor of the human flowers.

~ Richard Henry Stoddard

The Passion And The Life


I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Wren


The wren
Earns his living
Noiselessly.

~ Kobayashi Issa

When You Do Things From Your Soul


When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

~ Rumi

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Not Waving But Drowning


I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

~ Stevie Smith

The Poets In The Tales They Tell


The poets in the tales they tell
And with their happy powers
Have made lands where their fancies dwell
Seem better lands than ours.

~ John Clare

Painting: The Course Of Empire: The Arcadian or Pastoral State by Thomas Cole

Friday, April 15, 2016

Give Me Kind Amaryllis


I care not for these ladies,
That must be wooed and prayed;
Give me kind Amaryllis,
The wanton country maid.
Nature art disdaineth;
Her beauty is her own.

~ Thomas Campion

No Perfume Is Like Mine


Among the flowers no perfume is like mine;
That which is best in me comes from within.
So those in this world who would rise and shine
Should seek internal excellence to win.

~ Charles Godfrey Leland
Jessamine [Jasmine]

Thursday, April 14, 2016

As Firm As Rocky Mountains


Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

~ William Shakespeare

My Heart's In The Highlands


My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer.

~ Robert Burns

The River Rambles Like A Snake


The river rambles like a snake
Along the meadow green.

~ John Clare

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

The Sweetest Flower That Blows


The sweetest flower that blows
I give you as we part;
For you it is a rose;
For me it is my heart.

~ Frederick Peterson

What A Lovely Thing A Rose Is!


What a lovely thing a rose is!

~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Sherlock Holmes, The Naval Treaty

Photo: Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

The Blush Rose Forth Its Odour Flings


And the blush rose forth its odour flings,
When the breath of morn is rustling through
The trees, and kissing away the dew.

~ Christina Rossetti

Rose Of The Garden


Rose of the Garden! such is woman's lot –
Worshipped, while blooming – when she fades, forgot.

~ Thomas Moore

Monday, April 11, 2016

When Lips Are Coy To Tell


Who that has loved knows not the tender tale
Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell?

~ Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Sunday, April 10, 2016

These Flowers


These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

~ William Shakespeare

Saturday, April 09, 2016

Lovely Insect, Haste Away


Lovely insect, haste away,
Greet once more the sunny day.

~ John Clare

Like As The Waves


Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

~ William Shakespeare