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