AT VERONA by Oscar Wilde HOW steep the stairs within Kings’ houses are For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread, And O how salt and bitter is the bread Which falls from this Hound’s table,–better far That I had died in the red ways of war, Or that the gate of Florence bare my head, Than to live thus, by all things comraded Which seek … Continue reading Oscar Wilde | At Verona
in the rare moon light that blue reflection of me is just a shadow …inspired by Daily Prompt: The Full Moon Continue reading Blue Moon
IN TIME OF SILVER RAIN by Langston Hughes In time of silver rain The earth puts forth new life again, Green grasses grow And flowers lift their heads, And over all the plain The wonder spreads Of Life, Of Life, Of life! In time of silver rain The butterflies lift silken wings To catch a rainbow cry, And trees put forth new leaves to sing … Continue reading Poets on Sunday | Langston Hughes
Summer called me, psst it said; and so on the trail, August refreshed me. Continue reading The Call of August
from ‘Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher’s Tragi-Comedy ‘The Fair Maid of the Inn’ ‘ by John Keats Thus ye live on high, and then On the earth ye live again; And the souls ye left behind you Teach us, here, the way to find you, Where your other souls are joying, Never slumber’d, never cloying. … Continue reading Poets on Sunday: Keats
I am plying the waters where poets dreamed and Mary made up monsters more easily we could reach the moon, as paddle that bohemian bay. again, the solitude of change and strange dreams of lands lie within that embrace; of these street sounds plying a new found beat enjoyed dreamed of yearned for from whence comes place nor person, but within the abstracted … Continue reading The Essence of Bravery
rhythm of street sounds fade from place to post and new faces dance within an abstracted oasis whilst the watching world reflects itself in the heart of nouns that enigmatic one breaths to every dying norm a wasted toiling tethered over this divine misadventure we go drifting down on sidewalks as we gather in a darkened mind pulling alittle tighter a lock or two more … Continue reading within the heart of nouns
an entanglement with a golden adieu, you are a tattered ray inspired by Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour Continue reading A Golden Hour
“Does It Pay” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox If one poor burdened toiler o’er life’s road, Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his galling load, Then life indeed, does pay. If we can show one troubled heart the gain, That lies alway in loss, Why, then, we too, are paid for all the pain Of bearing life’s hard cross. If some … Continue reading A Blessing for Sunday
Even if it’s all fairy dust and candlelight I will still miss you. Continue reading Even if…
Interior Portrait by Rainer Maria Rilke You don’t survive in me because of memories; nor are you mine because of a lovely longing’s strength. What does make you present is the ardent detour that a slow tenderness traces in my blood. I do not need to see you appear; being born sufficed for me to lose you a little less. Continue reading A Blessing a Sunday
THE ROUND by Stanley Kunitz Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets over the humps of the honeybees; this morning I saw light kiss the silk of the roses in their second flowering, my late bloomers flushed with their brandy A curious gladness shook me. So I have shut the door of … Continue reading A Blessing for Sunday
May you have the hindsight to know where you’ve been, The foresight to know where you’re going, And the insight to know when you’re going to far! Irish Blessings Continue reading A Blessing for Sunday
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