We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
~ T. S. Eliot
Tuesday, May 19, 2026
We Have Lingered In The Chambers Of The Sea
We Have Lingered In The Chambers Of The Sea
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
~ T. S. Eliot
Monday, May 18, 2026
Sunday, May 17, 2026
Saturday, May 16, 2026
Friday, May 15, 2026
Sunday, May 10, 2026
Saturday, May 09, 2026
Friday, May 08, 2026
Sunday, May 03, 2026
Saturday, May 02, 2026
Water Your Flower
Water your flower:
A flower without water
Loses its beauty.
~ Poetictouch
Wednesday, April 29, 2026
Splendour In The Grass
What though the radiance
Which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
Of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
~ William Wordsworth
Tuesday, April 28, 2026
Monday, April 27, 2026
What Is Poetry?
What is Poetry?
The beautiful expression
Of inner feelings.
~ Poetictouch
Sunday, April 26, 2026
Wednesday, April 22, 2026
Monday, April 20, 2026
Sunday, April 19, 2026
Be Like An Oak Tree
Be like an oak tree,
Always strong and always sure
That you will endure.
~ Poetictouch
Saturday, April 18, 2026
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
A Secret Correspondece With Our Heart
Hence in solitude, or in that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings, and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, and the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, April 12, 2026
Nothing Is So Beautiful As Spring
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring.
~ Gerard Manley Hopkins
Thursday, April 09, 2026
There Was A Time
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
~ William Wordsworth
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
Who Is This Sad Lad?
Who is this sad lad
Standing amid the daisies?
A Beauty lover.
~ Poetictouch
Sunday, March 29, 2026
Friday, March 27, 2026
عمري مش تلاتين
عمري مش تلاتين
ولا أربعين ولا حتى خمسين
عمري بيكبر وبيصغر مع كل كلمة حنين
أو كلمة قسوة تخلي القلب حزين
صلاح جاهين ~
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
Now As I Was Young And Easy
Now as I was young and easy … - Sir Anthony Hopkins reads from Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
Saturday, March 14, 2026
Saturday, March 07, 2026
Friday, March 06, 2026
Sunday, March 01, 2026
Sunday, February 22, 2026
Thursday, February 19, 2026
Like A Roe
And so I dare to hope,
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led.
~ William Wordsworth
Sunday, February 15, 2026
Saturday, February 14, 2026
Tuesday, February 10, 2026
Monday, February 09, 2026
Sunday, February 08, 2026
Friday, February 06, 2026
Wednesday, February 04, 2026
Monday, February 02, 2026
Sunday, February 01, 2026
Friday, January 30, 2026
The Sick Rose
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
~ William Blake
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Solitude
When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.
~ William Wordsworth
Wednesday, January 28, 2026
Monday, January 26, 2026
Saturday, January 24, 2026
The Rainbow
My heart leaps up when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a Man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is Father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
~ William Wordsworth
