Friday, September 30, 2016

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Let Me Walk Through The Fields Of Paper


Let me walk through the fields of paper
touching with my wand
dry stems and stunted
butterflies.

~ Denise Levertov

There Is A Path


There is a path, a little path,
Goes winding thru the meadow hay,
That leadeth on o'er many a swath,
A sweet and pleasant way.

~ John Clare

Let Me Today Do Something


Let me today do something that shall take

A little sadness from the world's vast store,

And may I be so favoured as to make

Of joy's too scanty sum a little more.


~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Mountain-Lamb


And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side.

~ William Wordsworth

Painting: The Shepherdess (Detail) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Pure And White


The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn.

~ John Keats

Mary Of The Forest


O the flower of all the forest was Mary Littlechild;
There's few could be so dear to me and none could be so fair.
While many love the garden flowers I still esteem the wild,
And Mary of the forest is the fairest blossom there.

~ John Clare

Among The Blossoming Flowers

Q

We humans –
squirming around
among the blossoming flowers.

~ Kobayashi Issa

Monday, September 26, 2016

Light Tomorrow With Today!


Light tomorrow with today!

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Those Kissing Cherries


O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

~ William Shakespeare

Sunday, September 25, 2016

How Beautiful And Fresh


How beautiful and fresh the pastoral smell
Of tedded hay breathes in this early morn!

~ John Clare

Painting: Haymaking by Julien Dupre

The Subtle Beauty Of This Day


The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown away,
And every breeze sings, "all is well."

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Make Me A Picture Of The Sun


Make me a picture of the sun –

So I can hang it in my room –

And make believe I'm getting warm

When others call it "Day"!


~ Emily Dickinson

There Is No Enjoyment Like Reading


I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book!

~ Jane Austen

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Poetry In Motion


When I see my baby,

What do I see?

Poetry,

Poetry in motion.


Johnny Tillotson

Stop And Smell The Roses


Stop and take the time to smell the roses.

~ Ringo Starr

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Alone


I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give –
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

~ Sara Teasdale

Monday, September 19, 2016

With Every Rising Of The Sun


With every rising of the sun,
Think of your life as just begun.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Forget Not


And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

~ Khalil Gibran

Friday, September 16, 2016

By The Silent Stream


I seek her in the shady grove,
And by the silent stream;
I seek her where my fancies rove,
In many a happy dream.

~ John Clare

Painting: Young Woman Seated by a Stream by Wilhelm Amberg

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Blown From The West


Blown from the west,
Fallen leaves gather
In the east.

~ Yosa Buson

Like The Grass


We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it.

~ Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

That's Loglc


If it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.

~ Lewis Carroll
Through The Looking-Glass

Water


I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man.

~ Henry David Thoreau

My Days Are In The Yellow Leaf


My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!

~ Lord Byron

Monday, September 12, 2016

These Steep And Lofty Cliffs


Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.

~ William Wordsworth

What Is Life?


And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun.

~ John Clare

Autumn Woods


I walked alone in depths of autumn woods.

~ Albert Laighton

Myriad Leaves


And myriad leaves, on which the Summer wrote
Her blushing farewells, at my feet were strown.

~ Albert Laighton

Sunday, September 11, 2016

At The Fall Of The Leaf


Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Poet In Your Pocket


You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket.

~ John Adams

Friday, September 09, 2016

The Wiser Mind


And yet the wiser mind
Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind.

~ William Wordsworth

Painting: William Wordsworth by Henry William Pickersgill

Sagacious Confidence


The leaves, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence.

~ Emily Dickinson

Painting: Under The Greenwood Tree by George Henry

Thursday, September 08, 2016

Memory Is An Autumn Leaf


But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

~ Khalil Gibran

Wednesday, September 07, 2016

Glorious Are The Woods


Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.

~ William Cullen Bryant

This Englishwoman


This Englishwoman is so refined
She has no bosom and no behind.

~ Stevie Smith

The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush


The rose with such a bonny blush,
What has the rose to blush about?
If it's the sun that makes her flush,
What's in the sun to flush about?

~ Christina Rossetti

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

Love Is A Smoke


Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs.

~ William Shakespeare

Monday, September 05, 2016

Where Are The Songs Of Spring?


Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too.

~ John Keats
To Autumn

Thy Deep Eyes


And thy deep eyes, amid the gloom,
Shine like jewels in a shroud.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunday, September 04, 2016

Because Of Your Love


Because of your love,
I have lost my sobriety.
I am intoxicated
by the madness of love.

~ Rumi

Painting: Love Scene by Unkown Artist

Saturday, September 03, 2016

How Frail The Bloom


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

~ John Clare

Friday, September 02, 2016

Oh I Pity The Naked Branches


Oh I pity the naked branches,
When the skies are dull and gray,
And the last leaf whispers softly,
"Good-bye, I am going away."

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Thursday, September 01, 2016

Morning


Now Morning from her orient chamber came,
And her first footsteps touched a verdant hill.

~ John Keats