"Good evening, lovely lass," said I,
To make her silence break;
The instant evening's blushing sky
Was rival'd in her cheek.
~ John Clare
I seek for Peace – I care not where 'tis found:
On this rude scene in briars and brambles drest,
If Peace dwells here, 'tis consecrated ground,
And owns the power to give my bosom rest;
To soothe the rankling of each bitter wound,
Gall'd by rude Envy's adder-biting jest,
And worldly strife; – ah, I am looking round
For Peace's hermitage, can it be found?
~ John Clare
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads.
~ Sara Teasdale
Sweet is the poesy of the olden time,
In the unsullied infancy of rhyme,
When Nature reigned omnipotent to teach,
And Truth and Feeling owned the powers of speech.
~ John Clare
Painting: The Seeds And Fruits Of English Poetry by Ford Madox Brown
If someone thinks that Love and Peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that's his problem. Love and Peace are eternal.
~ John Lennon
Photo: John Lennon and Yoko Ono reading The Way Of Life by Lao Tzu at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel, Montreal, Canada, 26 May 1969.
The frontiers of a book are never clear-cut: beyond the title, the first lines, and the last full stop, beyond its internal configuration and its autonomous form, it is caught up in a system of references to other books, other texts, other sentences: it is a node within a network.
~ Michel Foucault
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie!
There Simmer first unfald her robes,
And there the langest tarry;
For there I took the last Farewell
O' my sweet Highland Mary.
~ Robert Burns
Painting: The Parting Of Burns And His Highland Mary by William Henry Midwood
"Here's harmony!" said she; "here's repose! Here's what may leave all painting and all music behind, and what poetry only can attempt to describe! Here's what may tranquillise every care, and lift the heart to rapture! When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene."
~ Jane Austen
Painting: Die Sentimentale by Johann Peter Hasenclever
When will they ever have another fighter who writes poems, predicts rounds, beats everybody, makes people laugh, makes people cry, and is as tall and extra pretty as me? In the history of the world and from the beginning of time, there's never been another fighter like me. Eat your words! Eat your words! I am the greatest.
~ Muhammad Ali