Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Among The Green Bushes


Down among the green bushes I wander away
And leave the dull crowds and the City behind.

~ John Clare

Thy Beauty


Thy beauty hangs around thee like
Splendour around the moon.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Painting: Empress Elisabeth of Austria by Franz Xaver Winterhalter

Sing We For Love And Idleness


Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.

~ Ezra Pound

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Two And Two


Two and two, necessarye coniunction,
Holding eche other by the hand or the arm
Whiche betokeneth concorde.

~ T. S. Eliot

This Is The Land The Sunset Washes


This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea.

~ Emily Dickinson

Painting: A Landscape At Sunset by Claude-Joseph Vernet

Monday, August 14, 2017

Masters Of War


Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

~ Bob Dylan

Photo: Bob Dylan reading a copy of US News and World Report in 1962

True Love


True love, it is no daring bird,
But like the little timid wren,
That in the new-leaved thorns of spring
Shrinks farther from the sight of men.

~ John Clare

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Not You



"I hate", from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying, "not you".

~ William Shakespeare

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Time And The Bell Have Buried The Day


Time and the bell have buried the day,
The black cloud carries the sun away.

~ T. S. Eliot

Relax


Relax, and let the world go by unheard.
And seal your lips with some all-sacred word.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Friday, August 11, 2017

Thursday, August 10, 2017

At A Touch Sweet Pleasure Melteth


At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth.

~ John Keats

A Kite Floats


A kite floats
at the same place in the sky
where yesterday it floated.

~ Yosa Buson

To Cast A Fishing-Line Forever


Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock
And to cast a fishing-line forever!

~ Wang Wei

The Hypocrites


They had on mantles with the hoods low down
Before their eyes, and fashioned of the cut
That in Cologne they for the monks are made.
Without, they gilded are so that it dazzles;
But inwardly all leaden and so heavy.

~ Dante Alighieri

Engraving: The Hypocrites by Gustave Doré - Illustrating Canto XXIII of Dante's Inferno

Wednesday, August 09, 2017

Love Among The Ruins


Oh heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!
Earth's returns
For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!
Shut them in,
With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!
Love is best.

~ Robert Browning

Photo: Newly-wed Syrian couple have their wedding pictures taken amid the ruins in the war ravaged city of Homs on 5 February 2016.

Tuesday, August 08, 2017

He Feeds Upon Her Face


He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light.

~ Christina Rossetti

Painting: Girl With Black Ribboned Hat by Albert Lynch

Too Deep For Tears


To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

~ William Wordsworth

Still Telling What Is Told


For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.

~ William Shakespeare

Monday, August 07, 2017

The World Is Full Of Poetry


The world is full of Poetry – the air
Is living with its spirit; and the waves
Dance to the music of its melodies,
And sparkle in its brightness.

~ James G. Percival

A Wind In Summer


What is more gentle than a wind in summer?

~ John Keats

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Yellow Locks


Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre.

~ Edmund Spenser

Saturday, August 05, 2017

Go Where He Will


Go where he will, the wise man is at home,
His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Help


And what's more wonderful, when big loads foil
One ant or two to carry, quickly then
A swarm flock round to help their fellow-men.

~ John Clare

Friday, August 04, 2017

These Roses Under My Window


These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, August 03, 2017

Teach Me


Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.

~ Alexander Pope

Wednesday, August 02, 2017

A Symbol Of Our Love


When those red berries come in springtime,
Flushing on your southland branches,
Take home an armful, for my sake,
As a symbol of our love.

~ Wang Wei

True Ease In Writing


True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

~ Alexander Pope

Tuesday, August 01, 2017

Stony Rubbish


What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?

~ T. S. Eliot

The Nuts Are Getting Brown


The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown.

~ Emily Dickinson

Monday, July 31, 2017

Oh, For A Bee's Experience


His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

~ Emily Dickinson

The Historical Sense


The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence.

~ T. S. Eliot

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Slugs Leave Their Lair


Slugs leave their lair.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Flowers Of Spring


Mary, I love to sing
About the flowers of Spring,
For they resemble thee.

~ John Clare

Saturday, July 29, 2017

The Forest Of Old


Now in old age, I know the value of silence,
The world's affairs no longer stir my heart.
Turning to myself, I have no greater plan,
All I can do is return to the forest of old.

~ Wang Wei

Friday, July 28, 2017

Now Is No Time


Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

~ Ernest Hemingway

Painting: The Old Man And The Sea by Aleksandr Petrov

Poor, Deluded Shawondasee!


Poor, deluded Shawondasee!
'T was no woman that you gazed at,
'T was no maiden that you sighed for,
'T was the prairie dandelion
That through all the dreamy Summer
You had gazed at with such longing,
You had sighed for with such passion,
And had puffed away forever,
Blown into the air with sighing.
Ah! deluded Shawondasee!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thursday, July 27, 2017

If You Have One Teapot


If you have one teapot
And can brew your tea in it
That will do quite well.
How much does he lack himself
Who must have a lot of things?

~ Sen no Rikyū

Painting: Teapot with Cherry or Plum Blossoms (ca. 1750-1850) - Japanese Art Collection - Library of Congress

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Where'er You Tread


Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

~ Alexander Pope

O Summer Day Beside The Joyous Sea!


O summer day beside the joyous sea!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This Costly Blood


Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!

~ William Shakespeare

Monday, July 24, 2017

O Swallow


O Swallow, flying from the golden woods,
Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine,
And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Breathless


Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

~ Rupert Brooke

I Am Glad As A Child


I am glad as a child, in this beautiful weather;
I have tossed all my burdens and trials away;
My heart is as light – yes, as light as a feather;
I am care-free, and careless, and happy today.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Blest Power Of Sunshine!


Blest power of sunshine! – genial day,
What balm, what life is in thy ray!

~ Thomas Moore

Behind The Veil Of Each Night


Behind the veil of each night there is a smiling dawn.

~ Khalil Gibran

Saturday, July 22, 2017

The Roses Are Waking


The roses are waking, my love, my love,
Roses with dew-gems gleaming.

~ William Thomson

Friday, July 21, 2017

A Light Exists In Spring


A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.

~ Emily Dickinson

The Happy White-Throat


The happy white-throat on the swaying bough,
Rocked by the impulse of the gadding wind
That ushers in the April showers, now
Carols right joyously, and now reclined.

~ John Clare

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Yippee! I'm A Poet


Yippee! I'm a poet, and I know it.
Hope I don't blow it.

~ Bob Dylan

Photo: Dylan at his desk - 1964