I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September- Oliver Herford
Random Thought 12.11.09
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Random Thought 11.11.09
I said to my soul, be still, and wait…So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. ~ T.S. Eliot
Nevermore
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o’er him streaming
throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
~ Edgar Allen Poe
The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost
A Soft Sea
A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care –
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.
~ Emily Dickinson
Images of Strawberry Bank
Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks
I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . .
I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . .
When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me. . .I am water rushing to the wellhead,
filling the pitcher until it spills. . .
I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden. . .I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge. . .
I am the heart contracted by joy. . .the longest hair, white
before the rest. . .I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow. . .I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit. . .
I am food on the prisoner’s plate. .
I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name. . . .Jane Kenyon
Random Thought 06.13.09
A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,
and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant,” 1820
Random Thought 06.08.09
maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,andmillie befriended a stranded star
who’s rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.”e e cummings
Random Thoughts 05.30.09
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour
~ William Blake
Random Thought 05.29.09
To one who has been long in city pent,
‘Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven, – to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
~John Keats, Sonnet XIV
