Thursday, June 30, 2016

Good Evening, Lovely Lass


"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

O Let Not Time Deceive You


O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

~ W. H. Auden

The Grapes Are Hanging From The Vines


The grapes are hanging from the vines,
All ready for the press.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

You Are Always Fresh


You are always
fresh, like nothing
and nobody.
You have always
just fallen
from Paradise.

~ Pablo Neruda

The Blessed Moon


What though the Sun had left my sky;
To save me from despair
The blessed Moon arose on high,
And shone serenely there.

~ Anne Bronte

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Love


Love is the thought that makes the poets sigh.

~ John Clare

Drawing: Burns and Highland Mary by Henry Edward Dawe

Unnatural Habits Of Life


I hold that the depravity of the physical and moral nature of man originated in his unnatural habits of life.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, June 27, 2016

The Sun Sweet Setting


This scene, how beauteous to a musing mind,
That now swift slides from my enchanted view;
The Sun sweet setting yon far hills behind,
In other worlds his visits to renew.

~ John Clare

Sunday, June 26, 2016

His Rays Are All Gold


His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best;
He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest,
And foretells a bright rising again.

~ Isaac Watts

Whan That Aprille With His Shoures Soote


Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour.

~ Geoffrey Chaucer

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Friday, June 24, 2016

I Seek For Peace


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

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Sweet Cuckoo-Flowers


And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

I Would Live In Your Love


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

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Sweet Bottle-Shaped Flower


Sweet bottle-shaped flower of lushy red,
Born when the summer wakes her warmest breeze,
Among the meadow's waving grasses spread,
Or 'neath the shade of hedge or clumping trees.

~ John Clare
To A Red Clover Blossom

If A Book Is Well-Written


If a book is well-written, I always find it too short.

~ Jane Austen

Photo: Anne Hathaway as Jane Austen in the 2007 film Becoming Jane

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

My Rose


For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my Rose; in it thou art my all.

~ William Shakespeare

A Lovely Woman In A Rural Spot


The two divinest things this world has got,
A lovely woman in a rural spot!

~ Leigh Hunt

Sunday, June 19, 2016

All Was Lost


So saying, her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the Fruit, she plucked, she eat:
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe,
That all was lost.

~ John Milton

Beneath The Apple Blossoms


Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.

~ Sara Teasdale

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Daphnis and Chloe


For there was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see.

~ Longus

Painting: Daphnis and Chloe by Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau

I Love To Wander At My Idle Will


I love to wander at my idle will,
In summer's luscious prime, about the fields,
To kneel, when thirsty, at the little rill,
And sip the draught its pebbly bottom yields.

~ John Clare

Sweet Is The Poesy Of The Olden Time


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

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Love and Peace


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.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016


Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

~ Jack Kerouac

Behold Him Setting


Behold him setting in his western skies,
The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.

~ John Dryden

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The Cocks Have Now The Morn Foretold


The cocks have now the morn foretold,
The sun again begins to peep.

~ John Clare

The Frontiers Of A Book


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

Monday, June 13, 2016

Cymon and Iphigenia


When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

~ John Dryden

Painting: Cymon and Iphigenia by Frederic Leighton

Highland Mary


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

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Here Begins A New Life


In that book which is my memory,
On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
Appear the words: Here Begins A New Life.

~ Dante Alighieri

Painting: First Meeting of Dante and Beatrice by Raffaele Giannetti

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Here's Harmony!


"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

Thursday, June 09, 2016

When The Cloud Is Scattered


When the cloud is scattered
The rainbow's glory is shed.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Bee


A bee
staggers out
of the peony.

~ Basho

The Rose Distils A Healing Balm


The rose distils a healing balm,
The beating pulse of pain to calm.

~ Thomas Moore

Wednesday, June 08, 2016

The Rainbow


'Tis sweet to view on high
The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.

~ Lord Byron

Tuesday, June 07, 2016

I Love To Mark The Bustling Deer


I love to mark the bustling deer
Leap o'er the walk as roused from lare,
And run till distance damps their fear,
Then, stopping, turn them round to stare.

~ John Clare

Blue Each Spring


Dead my old fine hopes
And dry my dreaming but still ...
Iris, blue each spring.

~ Shushiki

The Strawberry Grows Underneath The Nettle


The strawberry grows underneath the nettle.

~ William Shakespeare

Monday, June 06, 2016

Daisies Infinite


Daisies infinite
Uplift in praise their little glowing hands,
O'er every hill that under heaven expands.

~ Ebenezer Elliott

Saturday, June 04, 2016

I Am The Greatest


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

Friday, June 03, 2016

Because Of You


Because of you, each day is a melon slice
smelling sweetly of earth.

~ Nazim Hikmet

Thursday, June 02, 2016

The Moving Moon


The moving moon went up the sky,
And nowhere did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Time Is A Game


Time is a game played beautifully by children.

~ Heraclitus

Being With You Or Without You


Being with you or without you
is how I measure my time.

~ Jorge Luis Borges

The Summer Beaming Forth


I love to see the summer beaming forth
And white wool sack clouds sailing to the north.

~ John Clare