Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Spider's Touch

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

~ Alexander Pope

Tuesday, November 29, 2016


by Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor (1885-1952)

O bulbul, let the freedom urge possess your soul!
Bid good bye to your cage, step out,
Gather your flowers and enjoy their bloom!

Speak out bold and clear. Your voice
Need not falter with fear
As when you sang within your cage.

In bondage, they served you ample food.
Now gather in the fields what grain you can,
And see how sweet is food in freedom!

Though unfreedom made you stammer,
Your call enchanted the birds of the air,
For it was born of love.

You can't remain with folded wings!
Plume them, fly and see the world.
See flowers now with eyes of freedom.

You don't know the latest about the garden!
Forget about the past; sing new songs now.

Mahjoor, throw away this belt of bondage!
From now, you are free as a bird.
Your heart commands, your voice obeys!

Monday, November 28, 2016

In Wales

In Wales there are jewels
To gather, but with the eye

~ R. S. Thomas

The Flowers Have Tender Little Souls

The flowers have tender little souls
That love, rejoice, aspire.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sunday, November 27, 2016

The Faithful Beauty Of The Stars

Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
The faithful beauty of the stars.

~ Sara Teasdale

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Beauty Is But A Flower

Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

~ Thomas Nashe

Friday, November 25, 2016

The Frost Performs Its Secret Ministry

The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

When The Rose Is Faded

When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.

~ Walter de la Mare

Thursday, November 24, 2016

A Rat Crept Softly

A rat crept softly through the vegetation.

~ T. S. Eliot

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The Flower Bloomed And Faded

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

~ Virginia Woolf

Beware Of Her Fair Hair

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
And when she winds them round a young man's neck,
She will not ever set him free again.

~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
From Faust as translated by Shelley

Painting: Lady Lilith by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Hopes Decay

Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,
But 'twas the first to fade away.

~ Thomas Moore

The Smell Of Violets

The smell of violets, hidden in the green,
Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame
The times when I remember to have been
Joyful and free from blame.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Monday, November 21, 2016

Brilliant Moon

Brilliant moon,
is it true that you too
must pass in a hurry?

~ Kobayashi Issa

Her Very Frowns

Her very frowns are better far
Than smiles of other maidens are!

~ Hartley Coleridge

Painting: Sabinella by John William Godward

Sunday, November 20, 2016

I Love The Dew To See

Dropt here and there upon the flower
I love the dew to see.

~ John Clare

I Have Known Exile

I have known exile and a wild passion
Of longing changing to a cold ache.

~ R. S. Thomas

Photo: R. S. Thomas at his cottage in the Llyn Peninsula in Wales.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

In Winter's Frost And Snow

So little birds, in winter's frost and snow,
Doom'd, like to me, want's keener frost to know.

~ John Clare

Friday, November 18, 2016

Yellow-Breeched Philosopher

Wiser far than human seer,
Yellow-breeched philosopher!
Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Man Reading

Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.

~ Ezra Pound

Painting: Man Reading By Lamplight by Jeffrey Hein

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

The Lonely Tree

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

The Possible's Slow Fuse

The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination!

~ Emily Dickinson

The Snow Falls Deep

The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone.

~ John Clare

Monday, November 14, 2016

Fairy Snow

Fairy snow, fairy snow,
Blowing, blowing everywhere,
Would that I
Too, could fly
Lightly, lightly through the air.

~ Sara Teasdale

Dear Love

Dear love, where the red lillies blossomed and grew,
The white snows are falling.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Wintry Boughs

Wintry boughs against a wintry sky;
Yet the sky is partly blue
And the clouds are partly bright.

~ Christina Rossetti

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Bird On The Wire

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

~ Leonard Cohen

Friday, November 11, 2016

The Rose

But the rose leaves herself upon the briar,
For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.

~ John Keats

I Read Poetry To Save Time

I read poetry to save time.

~ Marilyn Monroe

Monday, November 07, 2016

The Last Leaf

And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring,
Let them smile, as I do now,
At the old forsaken bough
Where I cling.

~ Oliver Wendell Holmes


The small wind whispers through the leafless hedge
Most sharp and chill, where the light snowy flakes
Rest on each twig and spike of wither'd sedge,
Resembling scatter'd feathers.

~ John Clare

Saturday, November 05, 2016

Here Comes The Sun

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right.

~ George Harrison
The Beatles

The Tulip's Petals

The tulip's petals shine in dew,
All beautiful, – but none alike.

~ James Montgomery

Friday, November 04, 2016


Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

Thursday, November 03, 2016

And I'll Kiss Thee On The Grass

And I'll kiss thee on the grass, my buxom, bonny lass.

~ John Clare

Wednesday, November 02, 2016

Bonny Mary

Bonny Mary let us go o'er the wheat fields far away.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, November 01, 2016

I Do Not Ask For Youth

I do not ask for youth, nor for delay
in the rising of time's irreversible river
that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall
in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,
all that I have and all I am always losing
as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.

~ Lauris Dorothy Edmond

Nor Rural Sights Alone

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.

~ William Cowper