Archives - April 2007

ever been kidnapped
by a poet
if i were a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter

O Learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail,
Reason the card, but passion is the gale.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Forever nameless
Forever unknown
Forever unconceived
Forever unrepresented
yet forever felt in the soul.

Bliss was it that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven.

STRANGER! if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you
not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?

Errors like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.

Sometimes when I'm lonely,
Don't know why,
Keep thinkin' I won't be lonely
By and by.

Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

I am two fools, I know
For loving, and for saying so
In Whining poetry.

Why abandon a belief
Merely because it ceases to be true.
Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt
It will turn true again, for so it goes.
Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favour.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

Throw away the lights, the definitions,
And say of what you see in the dark
That it is this or that it is that,
But do not use the rotted names.

We don't have to know,
only to be:
let go the jumble of worn words,
reason and vanity.

What reinforcement we may gain from hope;
If not, what resolution from despair.

To be in love
Is to touch things with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees.

The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.

Thy remembrance, and repentance, and deep musings are not free
From the music of two voices and the light of one sweet smile.

Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.

Shed no tear-O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more-O weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.

Marvelous Truth, confront us
at every turn,
in every guise

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place today, it is vain to seek it there tomorrow. You can not lay a trap for it.

literature and opera are full of
characters who die for love:
i stay alive for her.

Never let the demands of tomorrow interfere with the pleasures and excitement of today.