Sunday, April 30, 2017

Sunshine On My Shoulders


Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.

~ John Denver

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Sweet April Showers


Sweet April showers
Do bring May flowers.

~ Thomas Tusser

Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen


Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

~ Thomas Gray

The Morning-Glory


The morning-glory's blossoming
Will soon be coming round -
We see their rows of heart-shaped leaves
Upspringing from the ground.

~ Maria White Lowell

Friday, April 28, 2017

Buttercups And Daisies


Buttercups and daisies,
Oh, the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the spring time,
To tell of sunny hours.

~ Mary Howitt

Thursday, April 27, 2017

How Sweet To Be A Cloud!


How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!

~ A. A. Milne
Winnie-the-Pooh

Where Is Tomorrow?


By Nature's law, what may be, may be now;
There's no prerogative in human hours:
In human hearts what bolder thought can rise,
Than man's presumption on tomorrow's dawn?
Where is tomorrow?

~ Edward Young

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Flight Of Birds


A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.

~ Archibald MacLeish

Her Crimson Mouth


As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
White-seeded is her crimson mouth.

~ Oscar Wilde

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Spread The Word


Spread the word and you'll be free
Spread the word and be like me
Spread the word I'm thinking of
Have you heard the word is Love?

~ The Beatles

Happy Birthday Shakespeare


There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

~ William Shakespeare

Monday, April 24, 2017

I Love The Sound Of Breaking Glass


I love the sound of breaking glass
Especially when I'm lonely
I need the noises of destruction
When there's nothing new.

~ Nick Lowe

My Dearest Cynthia


If thou a reason dost desire to know,
My dearest Cynthia, why I love thee so,
As when I do enjoy all thy love's store,
I am not yet content, but seek for more.

~ Sir Francis Kynaston

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

The Balance Of The Mind


Love, Hope, and Joy, fair pleasure's smiling train,
Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of pain,
These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd
Make and maintain the balance of the mind.

~ Alexander Pope

Painting: Alexander Pope by Sir Godfrey Kneller

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Goodbye My Friend


Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.

~ Terry Jacks

Monday, April 17, 2017

There Is No Hurry


By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there some day." But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.

~ A. A. Milne
The House At Pooh Corner

Sunday, April 16, 2017

The Joy Of Youth


The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd.

~ George Crabbe

The Voice Of The Dove


Come, listen O love, to the voice of the dove,
Come, hearken and hear him say,
"There are many Tomorrows, my love, my love,
There is only one Today."

~ Joaquin Miller

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Waves Of Mist


Heaven-invading hills are drowned
In wide moving waves of mist.

~ Sara Teasdale

Fair Tresses


Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.

~ Alexander Pope

Friday, April 14, 2017

It Was An April Morning


It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,
Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice
Of waters which the winter had supplied
Was softened down into a vernal tone.
The spirit of enjoyment and desire,
And hopes and wishes, from all living things
Went circling, like a multitude of sounds.

~ William Wordsworth

She Wore A Wreath Of Roses


She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.

~ Thomas Haynes Bayly

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Gay And Golden Nods The Daffodil


And gay and golden nods the daffodil.

~ Christina Rossetti

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Lady April Bringing The Daffodils


I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils.

~ John Masefield

Oh Day Of Fire And Sun


Oh day of fire and sun
Like a crystal burning,
Slow days go one by one,
But you have no returning.

~ Sara Teasdale

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

I Have Spread My Dreams Under Your Feet


I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~ William Butler Yeats

Monday, April 10, 2017

The Hyacinth Girl


You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.

~ T. S. Eliot

Sunday, April 09, 2017

Living Is Easy With Eyes Closed


Living is easy with eyes closed,
Misunderstanding all you see.

~ John Lennon
The Beatles

Like Barley Bending


Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain.

~ Sara Teasdale

Hither, Hither, Love


Hither, hither, love –
'Tis a shady mead –
Hither, hither, love,
Let us feed and feed!

~ John Keats

Saturday, April 08, 2017

Hopes, What are They?


Hopes, what are they? – Beads of morning
Strung on slender blades of grass.

~ William Wordsworth

O Nation Miserable


O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?

~ William Shakespeare

Photo: Deir Ezzor - Syria - 4 January 2014

Friday, April 07, 2017

Nature Is Painting For Us


Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty, if only we have the eyes to see them.

~ John Ruskin

Nymph Of The Downward Smile


Nymph of the downward smile, and sidelong glance,
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely?

~ John Keats

Thursday, April 06, 2017

Where The Bee Sucks


Where the bee sucks, there suck I.

~ William Shakespeare

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

This Is Truth The Poet Sings


This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Painting: Alfred Lord Tennyson by George Frederic Watts

Tuesday, April 04, 2017

A Handful Of Dust


I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

~ T. S. Eliot

The Beauty Of The Rose


The fragrance and the beauty of the rose
Delight me so, slight thought I give its thorn.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Monday, April 03, 2017

Bridge Over Troubled Water


Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.

~ Simon & Garfunkel

What Is All This Juice And All This Joy?


What is all this juice and all this joy?

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Sunday, April 02, 2017

The Fool On The Hill


But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round.

~ The Beatles

Saturday, April 01, 2017

Nothing Is So Beautiful As Spring


Nothing is so beautiful as Spring.

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

April's Air


April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves ... a butterfly
Floats and balances.

~ Matsuo Basho