Friday, March 31, 2017

Let's Twist Again

Come on let's twist again,
Like we did last summer!

~ Chubby Checker

Photo: Chubby Checker singing his hit song The Twist while twisting with a woman at the Crescendo Nightclub - Chicago 16 November 1961

Thursday, March 30, 2017

If My Skirt Opens

Silk clothes fly open so easily.
If my skirt opens, I'll blame the spring wind!

~ Zi Ye

The Little Blue Forget-Me-Not

The little blue Forget-me-not
Comes too on friendship's gentle plea,
Spring's messenger in every spot,
Smiling on all – "Remember me!"

~ John Clare

Blossoms At Night

Blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music.

~ Kobayashi Issa

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Simply Trust

Simply trust:
Do not the petals flutter down,
Just like this?

~ Kobayashi Issa

At Mine Ease

There ruminating 'neath some pleasant bush,
On sweet silk grass I stretch me at mine ease.

~ John Clare

Those Who Show Off Do Not Shine

Those who show off do not shine.

~ Lao Tzu

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Never Let Me Lose The Marvel

Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

~ Federico Garcia Lorca

Monday, March 27, 2017

Mix A Pancake

Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
Toss the pancake –
Catch it if you can.

~ Christina Rossetti

Sunday, March 26, 2017

No One Understood The Perfume

No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your womb.

~ Federico Garcia Lorca


Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently:
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour.

~ William Shakespeare

The Rose Is Fragrant

The rose is fragrant, but it fades in time:
The violet sweet, but quickly past the prime.

~ John Dryden

Not To The Sunny Hours

Not to the sunny hours
That waken other flowers,
Dost thou fling forth the odour of thy sighing
But in the time of gloom,
Is yielded thy perfume,
Like Love, that lives when all beside is dying.

~ Letitia Elizabeth Landon

I Wake To Magnolias

I wake to magnolias sweet and fresh,
Lines of poetry on my breath,
You were here but you have stolen away.

~ Greta Gaines

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Free From The World

I hate the very noise of troublous man
Who did and does me all the harm he can.
Free from the world I would a prisoner be
And my own shadow all my company.

~ John Clare

The Roses In Bloom

The roses in bloom on the hedge
Are just like the image o somebody.

~ John Clare

Be Alive

Be alive, from crown to toe. Breathe deeply, filling every cell of the lungs for at least five minutes, morning and night, and when you draw in long, full breaths, believe you are inhaling health, wisdom and success.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Bright-Eyed Daisies

Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are,
With blades of grass between,
Each daisy stands up like a star
Out of a sky of green.

~ Christina Rossetti

I Lift My Heart

I lift my heart as spring lifts up
A yellow daisy to the rain.

~ Sara Teasdale

Monday, March 20, 2017

Here Comes The Sandstorm!

Here comes the sandstorm!
All we can do about it
Is to keep breathing.

~ Poetictouch

Friday, March 17, 2017

Spring Has Returned

Spring has returned.
The Earth is like a child
that knows poems.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

How Shall I Be A Poet?

"How shall I be a poet?
How shall I write in rhyme?
You told me once 'the very wish
Partook of the sublime.'
Then tell me how! Don't put me off
With your 'another time'!"

~ Lewis Carroll

If I Might See Another Spring

If I might see another Spring
I'd laugh today, today is brief;
I would not wait for anything:
I'd use today that cannot last,
Be glad today and sing.

~ Christina Rossetti

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Chuang Tzu

A butterfly flew between the cars.
Marie José said: it must be Chuang Tzu,
on a tour of New York.
But the butterfly
didn't know it was a butterfly
dreaming it was Chuang Tzu
or Chuang Tzu
dreaming he was a butterfly.
The butterfly never wondered:
it flew.

~ Octavio Paz

Butterfly Dream

Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.

~ Chuang Tzu

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

You Fill Up My Senses

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest.

~ John Denver

Stay Near Me

Stay near me – do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in Thee,
Historian of my Infancy!

~ William Wordsworth

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

There Is A Garden In Her Face

There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies grow.

~ Thomas Campion

Awake Thee, My Lady-Love!

Awake thee, my Lady-Love!
Wake thee, and rise!
The sun through the bower peeps
Into thine eyes.

~ George Darley

Monday, March 13, 2017

My Words

But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence.

~ Simon & Garfunkel

Flowers Are Love's Truest Language

Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray,
Like the divining rods of Magi old,
Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold,
But love, strong love, that never can decay!

~ Park Benjamin

Love Is A Springtime Plant

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

~ Gustave Flaubert

To Grow Old

To grow old is to lose everything.

~ Donald Hall

Photo: Donald Hall at his Wilmot, N.H. home - 2012

Sunday, March 12, 2017

O Wind, Why Do You Never Rest?

O wind, why do you never rest
Wandering, whistling to and fro,
Bringing rain out of the west,
From the dim north bringing snow?

~ Christina Rossetti

Smooth Runs The Water

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

~ William Shakespeare

The Way Of Ignorance

In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.

~ T. S. Eliot

Talk Health

Talk health. The dreary, never-ending tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale;
You cannot charm or interest or please
By harping on that minor chord, disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear your words and make them true.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Saturday, March 11, 2017


Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example –
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.

~ Nazim Hikmet

Friday, March 10, 2017

Two Birds Fly Past

Two birds fly past.
They are needed somewhere.

~ Robert Bly

The Dazzling Sun

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored my earth to joy
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?

~ Emily Bronte

The Blossomed Bean

Luscious the scent comes of the blossomed bean.

~ John Clare

Thursday, March 09, 2017

Sing Of The Blossoms

Sing of the blossoms that open in spring,
How the sweet flowers blow, and the long lichens cling.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Phenomenal Woman

Phenomenal woman,
That's my mother
And all your mothers
And my grandmother
And your grandmothers
And my great grandmother
And your great and my great great and your ...
And all you women, and me!

~ Maya Angelou

Photo: Maya Angelou at her home in Winston-Salem - 20 March 2007

Wednesday, March 08, 2017

This Weary Desert

How tread this weary desert through
That awes the brave and tires the strong?

~ Anne Bronte

Tuesday, March 07, 2017

The Desert

The desert is squeezed in the tube-train next to you,
The desert is in the heart of your brother.

~ T. S. Eliot

Monday, March 06, 2017

Nothing But Tea

But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.

~ Jane Austen

All That Is Worth Remembering

All that is worth remembering in life, is the poetry of it.

~ William Hazlitt

Sunday, March 05, 2017

Rose-Buds Filled With Snow

Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row,
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rose-buds filled with snow.

~ Thomas Campion

Follow Thy Fair Sun

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow;
Though thou be black as night,
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.

~ Thomas Campion

Saturday, March 04, 2017

Today's Cherry Blossoms

Today's cherry blossoms
Were buds
Until yesterday.

~ Seian