Friday, June 30, 2017

While On My Lonely Couch I Lie


While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.

~ Anne Bronte

We're Only Trying To Get Us Some Peace


The newspapers said,
"Say, what you're doing in bed?"
I said, "We're only trying to get us some peace."

~ John Lennon

Enough To Merely Be!


Enough to merely be! Enough to breathe!
Joy! Joy! all over Joy!

~ Walt Whitman

Thursday, June 29, 2017

I'm A Pretty Little Thing


I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground.

~ Ann Taylor

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

These Beauteous Forms


These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration.

~ William Wordsworth

O Cut The Sweet Apple And Share It!


There's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay,
And a sigh for "I can't bear it!"
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O cut the sweet apple and share it!

~ John Keats

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

The Sun Just Touched The Morning


The Sun – just touched the Morning –
The Morning – Happy thing –
Supposed that He had come to dwell –
And Life would all be Spring!

~ Emily Dickinson

Monday, June 26, 2017

The Land Of Lost Content


That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

A. E. Housman

Wandering By The Sea


I do not count the hours I spend
In wandering by the sea.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Only In Sleep


Only in sleep Time is forgotten.

~ Sara Teasdale

Sunday, June 25, 2017

And In The End


And in the end, the love you take
Is equal to the love you make.

~ The Beatles

Awake, Awake!


Awake, awake! the morn will never rise
Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.

~ Sir William Davenant

Saturday, June 24, 2017

A Face Of Joy


And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy, because
We have been glad of yore.

~ William Wordsworth

Photo: Robin Williams in the 1996 film Jack

Friday, June 23, 2017

Sleep


Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

~ William Shakespeare

Oh, When I Was A Tiny Boy


Oh, when I was a tiny boy,
My days and nights were full of joy.

~ Thomas Hood

Thursday, June 22, 2017

The Sight Of Laura


Petrarch, outstepping from the shady green,
Starts at the sight of Laura; nor can wean
His eyes from her sweet face. Most happy they!

~ John Keats

Painting: Petrarch, Laura in Vaucluse by Anselm Feuerbach

Strawberry Fields Forever


Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

~ The Beatles

Artwork: Strawberry Fields Forever by Joey Chou

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

You Have Yoo Much Respect Upon The World


You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.

~ William Shakespeare

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Pleasures Newly Found


Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie about our feet.

~ William Wordsworth

Sexual Intercourse Began


Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(which was rather late for me) –
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.

~ Philip Larkin

Will You Read My Book?


Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?

~ The Beatles

Photo: John Lennon with his book In His Own Write - 1964

Monday, June 19, 2017

Among The Stars


Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

O Let Me Lead Her Gently O'er The Brook


O let me lead her gently o'er the brook,
Watch her half-smiling lips, and downward look.

~ John Keats

Painting: A Couple by Hans Zatzka

O Let Me Melt Into Thee!


O let me melt into thee! let the sounds
Of our close voices marry at their birth;
Let us entwine hoveringly!

~ John Keats

Photo: Ben Whishaw as John Keats and Abbie Cornish as Fanny Brawne in the 2009 film Bright Star

Sunday, June 18, 2017

The Sense Of Beauty


With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

~ John Keats

Painting: John Keats by William Hilton

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Sowing A Seed


With every deed you are sowing a seed,
Though the harvest you may not see.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Went To The Woods


I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

~ Henry David Thoreau

Friday, June 16, 2017

When You Notice A Cat In Profound Meditation


When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

~ T. S. Eliot

Gather The Rose Of Love


So passeth, in the passing of a day,
Of mortal life, the leaf, the bud, the flower;
Ne more doth flourish after first decay,
That erst was sought to deck both bed and bower
Of many a lady and many a paramour.
Gather therefore the rose whilst yet is prime,
For soon comes age that will her pride deflower.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time,
Whilst loving thou mayst lov├Ęd be with equal crime.

~ Edmund Spenser

Rain, Rain, And Sun! A Rainbow In The Sky!


Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Where No Carnation Fades


To the Elysian shades
Dismiss my soul, where no Carnation fades.

~ Alexander Pope

Who Robbed The Woods?


Who robbed the woods,

The trusting woods?


~ Emily Dickinson

I Tend My Flowers For Thee


I tend my flowers for thee –
Bright Absentee!

~ Emily Dickinson

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Double Beauty


There's double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

~ Thomas Hood

Quiet Mind


If I have foes, no foes I fear,
To fate I live resigned;
I have a friend I value here,
And that's a quiet mind.

~ John Clare

My Beautiful Kimono


I remove my beautiful kimono:
its varied braids
surround and entwine my body.

~ Hisajo Sugita

Painting: Gesture by Tatsumi Shimura

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

This Gentle Breeze


O there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.

~ William Wordsworth

Fragrant Hay


We'll sit upon the fragrant hay,
And love, and live throughout the day.

~ John Clare

This Peony


Dear, dear,
What a fat, happy face it has,
This peony!

~ Kobayashi Issa

Monday, June 12, 2017

Nobody Can Be Uncheered With A Balloon


Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.

~ A. A. Milne
Winnie-the-Pooh

Old Men Ought To Be Explorers


Old men ought to be explorers.

~ T. S. Eliot

Photo: T. S. Eliot - 1957

The Sea Of Faith


The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.

~ Matthew Arnold

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Night


For now began
Night with her sullen wings to double-shade
The Desert.

~ John Milton

Ah, How Unjust


Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

~ Edward Young

I Want To Live Every Moment Totally And Intensely


I want to live every moment totally and intensely.

~ Omar Sharif

Photo: Omar Sharif - Hull, England - 14 July 2010

I Pluck The Luscious Strawberry


I pluck the luscious strawberry, ripe and red
As Beauty's lips.

~ John Clare

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Thursday, June 08, 2017

Perfect Light


Perfect Light
by Ted Hughes (1930-1998)

There you are, in all your innocence,
Sitting among your daffodils, as in a picture
Posed as for the title: 'Innocence'.
Perfect light in your face lights it up
Like a daffodil. Like anyone of those daffodils
It was to be your only April on earth
Among your daffodils. In your arms,
Like a teddy bear, your new son,
Only a few weeks into his innocence.
Mother and infant, as in the Holy portrait.
And beside you, laughing up at you,
Your daughter, barely two. Like a daffodil
You turn your face down to her, saying something.
Your words were lost in the camera.
And the knowledge,
Inside the hill on which you are sitting,
A moated fort hill, bigger than your house,
Failed to reach the picture. While your next moment,
Coming towards you like an infantryman
Returning slowly out of no-man's-land,
Bowed under something, never reached you –
Simply melted into the perfect light.

Photo: Sylvia Plath with her children Frieda and Nicholas, April 1962

Ten Thousand Saw I At A Glance


Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

~ William Wordsworth