Archives - April 2009

The mind --- is not the heart.
I may yet live, as I know others live,
To wish in vain to let go with the mind ---
Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me
That I need learn to let go with the heart.

We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you're wrong, admit it;
Whenever you're right, shut up.

Ironically, you thrill
Me not with goodness, but with thundering verse.

A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?"

The loss of love is a terrible thing;
They lie who say that death is worse.

The poet and the dreamer are distinct,
Diverse, sheer opposite, antipodes.
The one pours out a balm upon the world,
The other vexes it.

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.

But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

For us, there is only trying. The rest is not our business.

'Twas the apple that in Eden
Caused our father's primal fall;
And the Trojan War, remember ---
'Twas an apple caused it all.
So for weeks I've hesitated,
You can guess the reason why,
For I want to tell my darling
She's the apple of my eye.

When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end
Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt
That I might keep some child warm
And some old person with no one else to talk to
Will hear my whispers
And cuddle
near

Oh how I once loved tuna salad
Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too
'Til I stopped and looked at dinner
From the dinner's point of view.

All that he did was to remember
Like the old and be honest like children.

Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

It's in her nature
to fear failure
but not to let that fear
blot out
her lines.

I have heard of reasons manifold
Why Love must needs be blind,
But this the best of all I hold, ---
His eyes are in his mind.

I am everywhere,
I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move
With all that move me

Like the water
of a deep stream,
love is always too much.

Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before:
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more.

Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay

When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.

If soul may look and body touch,
Which is the more blest?

I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine to-night.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

O Reader! had you in your mind
Such stores as silent thought can bring,
O gentle Reader! you would find
A tale in everything.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.