Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Calm


Green calm below, blue quietness above.

~ John Greenleaf Whittier

Monday, May 30, 2016

Gazing At Spring


Gazing At Spring
by Xue Tao (768-831)

Flowers bloom:
no one
to enjoy them with.

Flowers fall:
no one
with whom to grieve.

I wonder when love's
longings
stir us most –

when flowers bloom,
or when flowers fall?

What Are Frail?


What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth.

~ Christina Rossetti

The Daisies Blow


And O and O,
The daisies blow.

~ John Keats

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Far Clouds Of Feathery Gold


Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Beautifully Blue


Oh! "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky,
And I, ye learnèd ladies, say of you.

~ Lord Byron

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Is It The Palm?


Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm,
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm?
Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm?

~ John Greenleaf Whittier

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time


Let every man be master of his time.

~ William Shakespeare

Artwork: Time Machine by Vincent Bourilhon

Friday, May 27, 2016

How Like A Queen


How like a Queen comes forth the lonely Moon
From the slow-opening curtains of the clouds,
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!

~ George Croly

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Be Still, Sad Heart!


Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

At Set Of Sun


If we sit down at set of sun,
And count the things that we have done,
And counting, find
One self-denying act, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance, most kind,
That fell like sunshine where it went –
Then we may count that day well spent.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Harbinger Of Spring


Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

~ William Wordsworth

Take Rest


Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.

~ Ovid

Primroses


Primroses, the Spring may love them –
Summer knows but little of them.

~ William Wordsworth

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

By Lonesome Woods


By lonesome woods and unfrequented streams
How oft I stretch me in the silent shade,
Hopefully wishing in some pleasing dreams
To catch a semblance of the lovley maid.

~ John Clare

Blue Thou Art


Blue thou art, intensely blue;
Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

~ James Montgomery

The Forget-Me-Nots Of The Angels


Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Monday, May 23, 2016

Wild-Scatter'd Cowslips


And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.

~ Robert Burns

Sunday, May 22, 2016

A Fragrance Rare


And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air.

~ Dora Read Goodale

With A Flute


With a flute
Her loneliness she cheers.

~ William Wordsworth

The Aster Greets Us As We Pass


The aster greets us as we pass
With her faint smile.

~ Sarah Helen Whitman

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Relaxation


The mind should be allowed some relaxation, that it may return to its work all the better for the rest.

~ Seneca

A Woman's Love


How brief a blaze a woman's love will yield
If not relit by frequent touch and sight.

~ Dante Alighieri

Smile A Little


Smile a little, smile a little,
As you go along,
Not alone when life is pleasant,
But when things go wrong.
Care delights to see you frowning,
Loves to hear you sigh;
Turn a smiling face upon her –
Quick the dame will fly.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Thursday, May 19, 2016

I Love Her And She Loves Me


I love her and she loves me
And my camel loves her camel.

~ Al-Munakhkhal Al-Yashkuri

Once In A Golden Hour


Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

I Think Of Thee!


I think of thee! – my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

If I Were A Doe, Dear


If I were a doe, dear, and you were a brook,
Ah, what would I do then, think you?
I would kneel by the bank, in the grasses dank,
And drink you, drink you, drink you.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Her Tears Fell With The Dews At Even


Her tears fell with the dews at even;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
She could not look on the sweet heaven,
Either at morn or eventide.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

I Love To Walk The Fields


I love to walk the fields, they are to me
A legacy no evil can destroy;
They, like a spell, set every rapture free
That cheer'd me when a boy.

~ John Clare

From Your Lips


From your lips the water pipe draws enjoyment
In your mouth the reed turns sweet as sugar cane
It is not tobacco smoke around your face
It is a cloud that swirls around the moon.

~ Anonymous 16th Century Persian Poet

Monday, May 16, 2016

There Sinks The Nebulous Star We Call The Sun


There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup


Bring me the sunset in a cup.

~ Emily Dickinson

If You Truly Love Nature


If you truly love Nature, you will find Beauty everywhere.

~ Vincent Van Gogh

Painting: A Woman Walking In A Garden by Vincent Van Gogh

Sunday, May 15, 2016

The Wood Nymph


A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder –
That is the most I can boast to have seen,
Then all is lost as the shadows enfold her,
Forest glades making a screen of their green,
Could I cast off all the cares of tomorrow –
Could I forget all the fret of today
Then, my heart free from the burdens I borrow,
Nature's chaste spirit her face would display.

~ Ellis Parker Butler
The Wood Nymph

The Sinking Sun Is Taking Leave


The sinking sun is taking leave,
And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve.

~ John Clare

Saturday, May 14, 2016

A Poet In His Joy


A silent man in life's affairs,
A thinker from a boy,
A peasant in his daily cares,
A poet in his joy.

~ John Clare

Photo: The only known photograph of John Clare, taken in 1862, when he was nearly seventy years of age, by W. W. Law of Northampton, the town where Clare lived in the asylum.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Blest Power Of Sunshine!


Blest power of sunshine! – genial day,
What balm, what life is in thy ray!

~ Thomas Moore

Make Hay


Make hay while the sun shines.

~ Miguel de Cervantes

Thursday, May 12, 2016

O Come, My Bonny Lass


The birds are gone; we're all alone;
O come, my bonny lass.
Come, O come!

~ John Clare

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Maytime


Maytime is to the meadows coming in,
And cowslip peeps have gotten e'er so big.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Walking


All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.

~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Arise From Sleep, Old Cat


Arise from sleep, old cat,
And with great yawns and stretchings
Amble out for love.

~ Kobayashi Issa

The Farther One Travels


The farther one travels
The less one knows.

~ The Beatles
George Harrison

Monday, May 09, 2016

To Kiss Thee Is Sweet


To kiss thee is sweet, but 'tis sweeter by far
To be kissed, my dear Jenny, by thee.

~ John Clare

Painting: Portrait Of A Young Woman by Albert Lynch

Sunday, May 08, 2016

He Roved Among The Vales And Streams


He roved among the vales and streams,
In the green wood and hollow dell.

~ William Wordsworth

Saturday, May 07, 2016

My Nerves Are Bad Tonight


"My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think."

~ T. S. Eliot

Photo: T. S. Eliot and his first wife Vivienne Haigh-Wood Eliot - 1932

I Breathe Again


O there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.
Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come
To none more grateful than to me; escaped
From the vast city, where I long had pined
A discontented sojourner: now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
What dwelling shall receive me? in what vale
Shall be my harbour? underneath what grove
Shall I take up my home? and what clear stream
Shall with its murmur lull me into rest?
The earth is all before me. With a heart
Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty,
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way. I breathe again!

~ William Wordsworth

My Love


My Love she is a dream of joy
More living than a dream,
A sweetness nothing would destroy,
The sunlight in the stream.

~ John Clare

Friday, May 06, 2016

Look In Thy Glass


Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Lady Looking At Her Mirror by Jean Raoux