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, 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


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