Monday, October 31, 2016

I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

~ John Keats

Drawing: Keats On His Deathbed by Joseph Severn

My Spirit Is Too Weak

My spirit is too weak – mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagined pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.

~ John Keats

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Hibiscus Flowers

Hibiscus flowers are cups of fire,
(Love me, my lover, life will not stay).

~ Sara Teasdale

Saturday, October 29, 2016


Flowers – Well – if anybody
Can the ecstasy define –
Half a transport – half a trouble –
With which flowers humble men:
Anybody find the fountain
From which floods so contra flow –
I will give him all the Daisies
Which upon the hillside blow.

~ Emily Dickinson

Friday, October 28, 2016

The More We Study

The more we study, we the more discover
Our ignorance.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Dry Sterile Thunder Without Rain

There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain.

~ T. S. Eliot

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Trees Are Poems

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

~ Khalil Gibran

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

I Wish I Could See

I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing
The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray;
I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing,
And hear the wild roar of their thunder today!

~ Anne Bronte

I Look Where No One Dares

I look where no one dares,
And I stare where no one stares.

~ John Keats

A Pair Of Fine Eyes

I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.

~ Jane Austen

Painting: Portrait of Auguste Strobl by Joseph Karl Stieler

Monday, October 24, 2016

Nature Has Many Marvels

Nature has many marvels; but a tree
Seems more than marvellous. It is divine.
So generous, so tender, so benign.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What A Lovely Surprise

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be.

~ Ellen Burstyn

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Golden Hair

Golden hair, like sunlight streaming
On the marble of her shoulder,
That with soft and snowy gleaming
Witched the eye of the beholder
Dazed me crazed me to enfold her!

~ John Godfrey Saxe

Your Body

Your body is the trace of your body.

~ Octavio Paz

Lovely, Dark And Deep

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

~ Robert Frost

Saturday, October 22, 2016

A Long Journey

From your hips down to your feet
I want to make a long journey.

~ Pablo Neruda

I Love The Verse

I love the verse that mild and bland
Breathes of green fields and open sky,
I love the muse that in her hand
Bears flowers of native poesy.

~ John Clare

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Love Poem

I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw.

~ Linda Pastan

A Great Library

What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library?

~ Italo Calvino

Photo: Trinity College Library - Dublin

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

~ Bob Dylan

Painting: Mr. Tambourine Man by Kolene Parliman

What Wondrous Life Is This I Lead!

What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head.

~ Andrew Marvell

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Season Of Mists And Mellow Fruitfulness

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.

~ John Keats

Still Not A Butterfly

Deep into autumn
and this caterpillar
still not a butterfly.

~ Matsuo Basho

Monday, October 17, 2016

The Mountain View

Change is the watchword of Progression. When
We tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new.
This restless craving in the souls of men
Spurs them to climb, and seek the mountain view.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Do You Ask What The Birds Say?

Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The linnet, and thrush say, "I love and I love!"

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Sunday, October 16, 2016


Autumn-time, thy scenes and shades
Are pleasing to the tasteful eye.

~ John Clare

Come Writers And Critics

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
For the loser now will be later to win
Cause the times they are a-changing.

~ Bob Dylan

Friday, October 14, 2016

And This Our Life

And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

~ William Shakespeare

The Falling Leaves

For every leaf, that twirls the breeze,
May useful hints and lessons give;
The falling leaves and fading trees
Will teach and caution us to live.

~ John Clare

Thursday, October 13, 2016


Poetry must be new as foam, and as old as the rock.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Autumn Beauty

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry.

~ William Butler Yeats

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The Name Of It Is Autumn

The name – of it – is "Autumn" –
The hue – of it – is Blood –
An Artery – upon the Hill –
A Vein – along the Road –

~ Emily Dickinson

Autumnal Face

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.

~ John Donne

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill

O fateful flower beside the rill –
The daffodil, the daffodil!

~ Jean Ingelow

Monday, October 10, 2016

Falling Leaves

falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly

~ John Bailey

Love Is A Flower

Love is the answer, and you know that, for sure.
Love is a flower, you got to let it, you got to let it grow.

~ John Lennon

Sunday, October 09, 2016

A Spreading Shady Oak

'Neath a spreading shady oak
For awhile to muse I lay.

~ John Clare

Saturday, October 08, 2016

Life's Rarest Moments

Life's rarest moments are derived from change.
The heart outgrows old happiness, old grief,
And suns itself in feelings new and strange.
The most enduring pleasure is but brief.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love Is Like A Mountain

Love is like a mountain,
hard to climb,
but once you get to the top
the view is beautiful.

~ Daniel Monroe Tuttle

Everything That Irritates Us About Others

Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.

~ Carl Jung

Photo: Adam Sandler and Jack Nicholson in the 2003 film Anger Management

Friday, October 07, 2016

Self Is A Sea

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

~ Khalil Gibran

Thursday, October 06, 2016

Don't Imitate Me

Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

~ Matsuo Basho

To Our Beloved Land I'll Flee

To our beloved land I'll flee,
Our land of thought and soul,
Where I have roved so oft with thee,
Beyond the world's control.

~ Anne Bronte

The Love Of Women

Alas! the love of women! it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing.

~ Lord Byron

Photo: Angelina Jolie

Wednesday, October 05, 2016

I Met A Lady In The Meads

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful – a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

~ John Keats

Sing, Rising Bird

Sing, rising bird, and I will join with thee:
With day-break's beauties I have much been taken,
As thy first anthem breath'd its melody.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, October 04, 2016

And now I might
As happy be as earth is beautiful.

~ Edward Thomas

With Thought And Love

With Thought and Love companions of our way,
Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.

~ William Wordsworth

Monday, October 03, 2016

Faded Flowers

Ah, tell me not that memory
Sheds gladness o'er the past;
What is recalled by faded flowers,
Save that they did not last?
Were it not better to forget,
Than but remember and regret?

~ Letitia Elizabeth Landon

I Love Thee, Nature

I love thee, Nature, with a boundless love!

~ John Clare