Friday, September 29, 2017

What Do You Grind, O Ye Maidens?

What do you grind, O ye maidens?
Sandalwood, henna and spice.

~ Sarojini Naidu

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

The Right Wind

When a man does not know what harbour he is making for, no wind is the right wind.

~ Seneca

Sunday, September 24, 2017

The Day Begins To Break

The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.

~ William Shakespeare

Friday, September 22, 2017

If They But Taste Of Chocolate

'Twill make old women young and fresh,
Create new motions of the flesh,
And cause them long for you know what,
If they but taste of Chocolate.

~ Antonio Colmenero de Ledesma

Thursday, September 21, 2017

I Wish I Was What I Have Been

I wish I was what I have been
And what I was could be
As when I roved in shadows green
And loved my willow tree.

~ John Clare

Her Thoughts Are Like The Lotus

Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.

~ Sara Teasdale

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

The Day Is New And Fair

The day is new and fair with good smells in the air.

~ Amy Lowell

Thou Away, The Very Birds Are Mute

For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

~ William Shakespeare

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

She Turned Away

She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.

~ T. S. Eliot

Monday, September 18, 2017

Forbear To Judge

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

~ William Shakespeare

Sunday, September 17, 2017

I Wish I Were A Primrose

Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose,
A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the Spring!

~ William Allingham

Saturday, September 16, 2017

We Walk On Starry Fields Of White

We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Thursday, September 14, 2017

All Things New

For now the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And thaws the cold, and fills
The flower with dew.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

A Blade Of Grass

A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.

~ Samuel Johnson

Like The Body Of A Flower

Look, hasn't my body already felt
like the body of a flower?

~ Mary Oliver

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

My Head Is A Hive Of Words

My head is a hive of words that won't settle.

~ Virginia Woolf

The True Southern Watermelon

The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of this world's luxuries, king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took: we know it because she repented.

~ Mark Twain

Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing

Grave authors say, and witty poets sing,
That honest wedlock is a glorious thing.

~ Alexander Pope

Monday, September 11, 2017

I Almost Wish We Were Butterflies

I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

~ John Keats

I Shut My Eyes

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

~ Sylvia Plath

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Saturday, September 09, 2017

A Morning-Glory At My Window

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

~ Walt Whitman

Thursday, September 07, 2017

Quiet Meditation

Quiet meditation is all that is balm
Back into nature is where we find calm.

~ Helen F. Troy

Wednesday, September 06, 2017


by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

In Nature There Is Nothing Melancholy

In Nature there is nothing melancholy.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

How Beautiful Are The Retired Flowers!

How beautiful are the retired flowers! – how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway, crying out, "Admire me, I am a violet! Dote upon me, I am a primrose!"

~ John Keats

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

Ah Little Rose

Ah Little Rose – how easy
For such as thee to die!

~ Emily Dickinson

Painting: Withering Rose by Arrate Alonso

Sunday, September 03, 2017

Old Volumes

Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so.

~ Emily Dickinson

Those Pleasant Dreams Of Early Youth

We'll talk o'er joys we once could prove,
And blithely spend the day,
For those pleasant dreams of early youth
Can never pass away.

~ John Clare

Saturday, September 02, 2017

Music To Hear

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.

~ William Shakespeare

Friday, September 01, 2017

Who Is More Happy?

Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,
Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
And gentle tale of love and languishment?

~ John Keats

Thursday, August 31, 2017


It's only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away.

~ The Bee Gees

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Falling Leaves

These falling leaves once flaunted high,
O pride! how vain to trust:
Now wither'd on the ground they lie,
And mingled with the dust.

~ John Clare

She Came In Through The Bathroom Window

She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon

~ The Beatles

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Throw Not My Words Away

Throw not my words away, as many do;
They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.

~ John Clare

Monday, August 28, 2017

Penny Lane

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies

~ The Beatles

Sunday, August 27, 2017

The World Of The Arabian Nights

I go back to the reading room, where I sink down in the sofa and into the world of The Arabian Nights. Slowly, like a movie fadeout, the real world evaporates. I'm alone, inside the world of the story. My favourite feeling in the world.

~ Haruki Murakami

Photo: Jasmine and Aladdin take a magic carpet ride during the "A Whole New World" segment of Disney's Aladdin - A Musical Spectacular.

The Fresh Eglantine

And the fresh eglantine exhaled a breath,
Whose odours were of power to raise from death.

~ John Dryden

Saturday, August 26, 2017

The Milk-White Rose

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.

~ William Shakespeare

Thursday, August 24, 2017

My Heart and Lute

My Heart and Lute
by Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

I give thee all – I can no more –
Though poor the off'ring be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.
A lute whose gentle song reveals
The soul of love full well;
And, better far, a heart that feels
Much more than lute could tell.

Though love and song may fail, alas!
To keep life's clouds away,
At least 'twill make them lighter pass
Or gild them if they stay.
And ev'n if care, at moments, flings
A discord o'er life's happy strain,
Let Love but gently touch the strings,
'Twill all be sweet again!

Painting: The Lute Player by Hendrik Martensz Sorgh

I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

We Must Cultivate Our Own Garden

We must cultivate our own garden.

~ Voltaire

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


Leaves, from eternity, are simple things
To the world's gaze – whereto a spirit clings
Sublime and lasting.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

When Time Who Steals Our Years Away

When Time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.

~ Thomas Moore

If Music Be The Food Of Love

If music be the food of love, play on.

~ William Shakespeare

Monday, August 21, 2017

Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon

Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam.

~ Emily Dickinson

Did The Harebell Loose Her Girdle?

Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?

~ Emily Dickinson

Sunday, August 20, 2017

She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways

She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
– Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

Painting: Girl By A Woodland Stream by Edgar Barclay

Saturday, August 19, 2017


The moon is a flower without a stem,
The sky is luminous;
Eternity was made for them,
Tonight for us.

~ Sara Teasdale

Friday, August 18, 2017

Back Again To Nature

Too long a prisoner, captive in a cage,
Now I can get back again to Nature.

~ Tao Yuanming

Composite Photo: Lofty Scholar Under A Pine Tree by Lang Jingshan